A’s Triumph over the Hyuga-Slut

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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Beginning (Chapter 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Chapter 110): To Be Continued…

 

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The suite door clicked shut behind Hinata like a judge’s gavel. Inside, the Fourth Raikage, A, leaned back against the headboard of a large bed that dominated the room, arms folded, lightning chakra crackling in lazy arcs across his bare chest. His grin was slow, victorious, the same one he’d worn the that night he’d linked them. Hinata stood naked on the threshold, thighs slick, pussy visibly clenching. Her opal eyes were glassy with the memory.

 

“You bastard,” she whispered, voice trembling with rage and raw need. “You left it active.”

 

A’s chuckle rolled low. “Raiton: Kyōkan no Jutsu – Lightning Sympathy. One pulse, and every nerve in your body is wired to mine. I developed it after hearing about that Curse Jutsu user’s little trick, how he used it to link his enemies body to his own, then tortured himself. I figured out I could achieve the same trick with lightning chakra, since the brain functions on electrical impulses. In other words… You feel my cock splitting you open… And you feel yourself taking it. Like fucking a version of you with a giant dick, right?” He palmed the obscene bulge straining his shorts. “Still humming in your spine, isn’t it?”

 

Hinata’s knees buckled. She dropped to the carpet, fingers already plunging between her legs. “I hate you,” she snarled, but her hips rolled shamelessly, chasing the phantom thrust she could feel in both bodies at once. Her clit throbbed with his pulse; her pussy fluttered around his imagined girth. Every stroke of her own fingers echoed back as the drag of her own walls over a cock that wasn’t there.

 

A laughed, “The best part, the link is one way, meaning I don’t have to feel how much this is just torturing you!” A then crooked a finger. “Crawl, princess. Come feel it for real this time.”

 

Hinata obeyed, cursing him with every inch, her dripping cunt leaving a wet trail across the floor as she went. Her body screamed with need, and as she closed the distance, that scream only grew louder, until her pussy was leaking like a broken faucet.

 

She crawled onto the bed like a woman possessed, her knees sinking into the plush mattress, thighs trembling with every inch. The jutsu thrummed in her veins, a live wire connecting every nerve ending to the Raikage’s. She could feel the way his cock throbbed between his legs as he watched her, thick and pulsing, even though he hadn’t touched her yet. Her pussy clenched around nothing, still gushing juices down her legs in a steady stream.

 

A lounged back, arms spread across the headboard, lightning chakra crackling in lazy arcs over his dark skin. His grin was a predator’s, all teeth and triumph. “Go on, princess. Fish it out. You know you want to.”

 

Hinata’s hands shook as she reached for his shorts. The fabric strained obscenely, the outline of his cock a monstrous ridge. She tugged the waistband down, and it sprang free, a tower of veiny, ebony meat, thicker than her wrist, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The scent hit her like a drug: a thick musk, stinking sweat, raw power. Her mouth watered instantly.

 

The moment her fingers brushed the shaft, the feedback loop exploded.

 

She felt it from both sides: the velvet heat of her own palm wrapping around the cock, and the cock itself being gripped by a tight, dainty hand. Her clit throbbed in sympathy; her pussy spasmed so hard she squirted a clear arc onto the sheets. “Nngh fuck ” she whimpered, hips jerking.

 

A’s grin widened sadistically. “That’s just the touch, you Hyuga whore. Lick it.”

 

Hinata leaned in, tongue dragging up the underside in one long, worshipful stroke. The taste, salty, electric, flooded her senses. But the feedback was brutal: she felt her tongue as a slick, eager muscle lapping at her own cock, the drag of her own taste buds over sensitive skin. Her eyes rolled back. Another gush of her own juices soaked the bed.

 

“Haaaaah…” Hinata shuddered at the incredible feeling as her body craved more, screamed for more. In spite of what her mind wanted!

 

She licked again, slower, tracing every vein, swirling around the ridge. Each pass sent dual shocks through her body: the cock twitching under her tongue, and her tongue being stroked by a hot, throbbing shaft. Her nipples ached, hard as kunai tips. She moaned into the flesh, the vibration humming back into her own throat.

 

“All of it,” A demanded, voice rough. “Base to tip. Don’t miss a spot.”

 

Hinata obeyed, tongue flattening to lap at his heavy balls first, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it gently. The feedback made her feel her own mouth as a warm, wet cavity, her tongue rolling the ball around. She fully understood now why men enjoyed this so much. Her pussy clenched so hard she came untouched, a sharp cry muffled around the sac. Drool dripped from her chin as she moved upward, licking the shaft in broad, sloppy stripes, leaving it glistening.

 

By the time she reached the head, she was frenzied. Pre-cum oozed in thick ropes; she lapped it up greedily, the taste exploding across her tongue and registering as her own cock leaking into a hungry mouth. Her hips humped the air, chasing friction. “Please…” she slurred, voice wrecked. “Need it, need to suck…” she begged, the shame turning her cheeks a brilliant crimson.

 

A threaded his fingers through her ink black hair, guiding her down. “Then take it.”

 

Hinata’s lips stretched wide, jaw aching as she swallowed the head. The feedback shattered her: she felt the cock sliding into a tight, wet throat, while simultaneously feeling her own mouth being filled, throat stretched, used. She gagged, drool pouring down the shaft, but pushed forward, taking inch after inch. Her throat bulged visibly; the outline of the thick Kumo-cock pressed against her neck from the inside.

 

“GWUH GUG, GUH, GURK, GLURK GWEH GUG GUK GUK GUK…!”

 

Hinata bobbed frantically, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling under the shaft. Every thrust into her mouth echoed back as a wet stroke of her clit, relentless, perfect. She could feel her own walls gripping the cock, milking it, even as her throat worked to do the same. Her eyes watered, mascara running in black streaks, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

 

‘Ahhh, it feels… So GOOD! His dick, my dick, sucking, feels amazing! I want more!’ she thought through the intense haze of sensations.

 

A’s hips bucked, fucking her face in short, sharp jabs. “That’s it, choke on it! Choke on your own cock, princess!”

 

Hinata’s hands flew between her legs, three fingers plunging into her sopping cunt, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head. The feedback looped into insanity: she felt her fingers stirring around inside her, and the cock in her throat as her clit was being sucked. She came again, harder, squirting around her own hand, the splash soaking the bed further. The stench of her own cunt filled the room like incense, thick, heady, and dizzying.

 

She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, strings of spit and pre-cum connecting her lips to the glistening head. “More!” she begged, voice raw. “Need it deeper, I… I want to feel you cum inside me again…!”

 

A’s grin turned feral. He yanked her up by the hair, flipping her onto her back. The cock, still slick from her throat, slapped against her belly with a wet PLAP!. “Then spread those legs, Hyuga. Time to merge.”

 

Hinata’s body betrayed her every thought, every shred of resistance crumbling under the electric hum of A’s accursed jutsu. She lay sprawled on the bed, dark hair fanned out like a dark halo on the rumpled sheets, her pale skin flushed a deep crimson all over. Her opal eyes, usually so soft and composed, burned with a mix of hatred and desperate hunger. Mentally, she cursed herself, a stupid, weak, pathetic wife, even as her legs parted of their own accord, spreading wide in obscene invitation. Her knees bent, feet planting flat on the mattress, exposing her dripping pussy to the cool air of the hotel room. The lips were swollen, parted slightly, glistening with her arousal that had pooled on the sheets beneath her ass. She could feel the throb of her clit, exposed and begging, but it wasn’t just her own sensation. No, the jutsu that linked her to A’s nervous system, so she felt his anticipation too: the heavy pulse of his cock, straining toward her heat like a magnet, the subtle twitch in his balls as they tightened with need.

 

‘Damn you!’ she thought, teeth gritted. ‘Damn this island, this jutsu, this… Craving.’ Her body screamed for it, screamed for the fill, the stretch, the ruin, even as her mind recoiled. She was the Hokage’s wife, a mother, a proud Hyuga heir. Yet here she was, legs splayed like a common whore, pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for the enemy who had ensnared her. Her father warned her about what powerful injutsu could do to a woman, but she’d never thought it would be like this! She always imagined broken women being like Sakura, or even Kaguya, minds blissed out, unthinking. But she was still HERSELF, but the need she felt was like a drug, an all-consuming one her body was fully addicted to!

 

A’s grin never faltered, that smug, triumphant curl of lips that made her want to slap him, or kiss him, she couldn’t even tell anymore! He knelt between her thighs, that massive frame looming like a thundercloud, dark skin gleaming under the lights. His cock jutted out proudly, a meter of veiny ebony girth, twice as thick as her wrist, the head bulbous and slick with pre-cum that dripped in lazy strings. He stroked it once, lazily, and Hinata felt it: the drag of his calloused palm over the sensitive skin, the veins throbbing under his thumb, the subtle heat building in the shaft. It echoed in her own body, making her clit jump as if stroked, her inner walls flutter as if teased.

 

“You want this, don’t you, princess?” A rumbled, voice like gravel. He positioned the head at her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. The contact was electric, literally, with faint sparks of lightning chakra dancing from his tip to her clit.

 

Hinata arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt the slick glide from both sides: her pussy lips parting around the blunt head, slick and yielding, and the warm, wet embrace enveloping his cockhead, like sinking into molten silk.

 

“Y-Yes… No…! Bastard, I hate you!” she whimpered, head thrashing. Her hands gripping the sheets, her knuckles white.

 

He pushed in slowly, agonizingly slowly. Just the head at first, stretching her entrance with a burn that bordered on pain. Hinata’s walls clenched instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, but A held back, his hips inching forward with deliberate control. She felt every millimeter: her pussy stretching wide, the ridges of his veins dragging against her sensitive inner flesh, the head popping past her entrance with a wet SCHLUCK! But the jutsu amplified it tenfold. She felt his pleasure too: the tight, velvet grip of her own cunt squeezing his cockhead, the heat enveloping him like a furnace, the subtle ridges of her walls massaging him as he sank in. Normally now, she would use her own inner muscles to painfully grip him. Like she had done while training her son. But she couldn’t make her body obey her own commands. Her insides felt like jelly, jelly being stirred by A’s monster dick!

 

“Ahh, slow! Too slow! Stick it in! Deeper! Fuck me! Fuck me noooow…!” Hinata moaned, her voice breaking. Her hips bucked up, trying to take more, but A pinned her thighs down with his massive hands, along with his lightning chakra tingling against her skin.

 

“Beg for it,” he commanded, voice low and mocking. He pulled back slightly, just enough to make her whine at the loss, then pushed in another inch, slow, teasing, letting her feel the stretch build layer by layer.

 

Hinata’s mind screamed not to, but her body was a traitor. The dual sensations were overwhelming: her own pussy aching with emptiness, begging to be filled, and the cock’s satisfaction at the snug fit, the warmth seeping into the shaft. It was like fucking herself feeling both the penetration and the being penetrated, a loop of ecstasy that made her vision blur.

 

“P-Please… Deeper… Rougher,” she gasped, tears pricking her eyes. “I need it… Need you to, fuck me…” she pleaded.

 

A chuckled, sinking in another inch, his cock now halfway buried. The bulge in her lower belly was visible, the outline of his girth pressing up under her skin. She felt it from inside: her womb shifting to accommodate, her walls rippling in desperate contractions. And from him: the pressure building in his balls, the shaft throbbing with her heartbeat synced to his.

 

“Not yet. Tell me how much you love it. Degrade yourself, Hyuga. Praise this superior dick that’s ruining your tight little Hokage-wife pussy!” he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

 

Hinata’s face burned with humiliation, but the words spilled out, driven by the insatiable need.

 

“I’m… I’m a pathetic slut,” she whispered, voice trembling. “A weak, needy wife who craves your big, black Kumo-cock more than her husband’s…! It’s superior, so thick, so long, it owns me…!” As she spoke, A rewarded her with another slow thrust, burying another inch. The feedback hit like a tsunami: her pussy clenching hard around the invasion, milking him greedily, and his cock being squeezed in rhythmic pulses, like a velvet fist jerking him off from the inside.

 

“Louder,” A growled, pulling back almost to the tip before sliding in again, still slow, and still teasing, letting the drag build friction that made sparks fly. Hinata shuddered as she felt herself cumming, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly. She wanted to feel it again, the ecstasy of her dick shooting, she wanted to ejaculate!

 

“I’M A WHORE FOR YOUR DIIIIICK!” Hinata cried out, hips writhing. “NARUTO’S COCK COULD NEVER MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD, SO FULL, SO BROOOKEN!!!! YOUR SUPERIOR KUMO-COCK IS DESTROYING MY PUSSYYYYY! MAKING ME BEG LIKE A BITCH IN HEEEAAT!!” The words tasted like ash in her mouth, but they fueled the fire. She felt every syllable echo in the jutsu: her own degradation heightening her arousal, making her clit throb with shame-laced pleasure, and his cock swelling with pride, the head flaring as her praise stroked his ego, and his shaft.

 

A finally hilted himself, balls slapping against her ass with a wet smack. Hinata screamed, back arching off the bed. The fullness was absolute: her womb stretched around his cock like a glove, her walls stretched to their limit, every nerve alight. But the link made it doubled: she felt her own body impaled, split open on that monstrous girth, and the cock buried in a scorching, convulsing heaven, her juices coating him like liquid fire. It was as if she were thrusting into herself, a huge-cocked version of Hinata fucking Hinata, the sensations blending into one endless loop of ecstasy.

 

He started moving then, slow thrusts, long and deliberate, pulling out until just the head remained, then gliding back in with a slick, wet ‘schlorp’. Each stroke was torture and ecstasy, the slow drag amplifying every texture, every vein catching on her G-spot, every inch claiming her anew. Hinata’s hands flew to her breasts, pinching her nipples hard and pulling them taunt!

 

“ROUGHER, DEEEEPER, PLEASE, A-SAMAAAAH!!!” she begged, voice raw. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him on. The jutsu made her feel his restraint: the tension in his thighs, the cock straining against the urge to pound, the balls churning with building pressure.

 

“Degrade yourself more,” he demanded, keeping the pace glacial, letting her stew in the slow burn. “Tell me why this dick is better than that fox boy’s.”

 

Hinata sobbed, hips grinding up to meet his thrusts, craving more penetration, more pleasure.

 

“Because… BECAUSE IT’S HUUUUGE!!! IT FILLS ME COMPLETELY, STRETCHING MY WORTHLESS PUSSY UNTIL I CAN’T THIIIINK! MY HUSBAND’S COCK IS NOTHING NEXT TO THIS FEELINNNNGH! IT’S PATHETIC AND WEAK! IT DOESN’T FULLY VIOLATE MY WOOOOMB!!!” As she ranted, A sped up fractionally, rewarding her filthy words with deeper angles, his cock stirring her womb.

 

The dual sensations were maddening. She felt her pussy fluttering around him, walls contracting in desperate attempts to keep him inside, the slick slide of her juices easing the way. From his side, she felt the cock gliding through tight, wet heat, every ripple massaging the shaft, the head bumping her deepest spot and sending jolts up his/her spine. It built like a storm: her clit aching with each brush of his pubic bone, and his cock’s underside rubbing against her folds like a second clit. Orgasms teased at the edges, hers building in waves, his in a slow coil at the base.

 

“MORE! FUCK ME HARDER!!! DESTROY MY PUSSY, MAKE IT YOUR EXCLUSIVE ONAHOOOOLE!!!” she wailed, nails raking down his back. The scratches stung on her own skin through the link, heightening everything.

 

A’s control snapped. “As you wish, slut!”

 

He slammed in rougher now, hips pistoning with increasing force. The bed creaked under them, headboard banging the wall. Each thrust was a brutal claim: pulling out fast, slamming back in deep, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks. Hinata felt it all doubled: her pussy pounded into submission, walls quivering, G-spot hammered relentlessly, and the cock thrusting into yielding flesh, the tight grip pulling him deeper, the wet sounds echoing in her ears.

 

“I’M A DISGRACE TO THE HYUGA CLAN!” she shouted, lost in the frenzy. “A CUM-HUNGRY WHORE WHO SPREADS MY LEGS FOR PLEASURE, A-SAMAAAAH! YOUR DICK IS GOD-LIKE, IT’S CONQUORING ME, MAKING ME FORGET MY VOWS, MY FAMILY, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BUT THIS DIIIIICK!!!”

 

A growled, flipping her onto her stomach without pulling out. He pulled her hips up, ass high, and railed her doggy-style. The new angle let him hit even deeper, the head battering her cervix with every slam. Hinata’s face pressed into the pillows, muffling her screams. She felt her ass cheeks jiggle with each impact, the sting of his hips against her flesh, and his cock driving into a slick, spasming tunnel, the walls clamping down like a vice.

 

A’s hands clamped onto Hinata’s hips like iron shackles, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to sink deep into the baby fat. He pounded her doggy-style with savage precision, each thrust a thunderclap of skin on skin. The new angle was merciless, his cockhead battered her womb like a battering ram, sending shockwaves through her body that doubled back through the jutsu. Hinata felt the brutal stretch of her own pussy, walls spasming and clenching in frantic desperation, and the cock, her cock, driving into a molten, rippling sheath that milked it with every stroke. Her ass rippled with each impact, the sting of his hips blooming into heat that echoed in her nerves and his.

 

“Take it, slut! Feel your own cunt begging for me!” A snarled, one hand sliding up her spine to grip her dark hair. He yanked her head back, arching her spine until her tits dragged against the mattress. Hinata’s screams turned raw, throat hoarse from overuse. “Your tight little Hyuga hole was made for my cock, and I’m gonna breed you ‘til you forget that fox boy’s name!” he promised

 

The jutsu amplified every sensation, her G-spot becoming hammered into submission, clit throbbing with each slap of his heavy balls, and his shaft gliding through slick, spasming heat, the ridges of her inner walls stroking him like a thousand tiny tongues. Hinata came again, violently, pussy gushing in a forceful arc that soaked his groin and the bed beneath them. The orgasm ripped through her in waves, but the link let her feel his building pressure tightening in his balls, the cock swelling inside her, veins pulsing inside her very womb!

 

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked her even harder, hips snapping with lightning speed, the bedframe groaning in protest. Hinata’s body jolted forward with each thrust, tits bouncing, nipples scraping the sheets until they burned!

 

“MORE! BREAK ME!” she screamed, “RUIN MY WORTHLESS PUSSY WITH YOUR GIANT KUMO-COCK!!!” she wailed, voice cracking. The degradation spilled out unbidden, fueled by the dual ecstasy, her own body shattering under the assault, and the cock reveling in the conquest, the tight grip pulling him deeper, the wet SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK of her sopping wet cunt echoing in both their ears. Another orgasm chained into the last, her walls clamping down so hard A hissed, buried to the hilt as her squirt painted his thighs.

 

Finally, with a guttural growl, A pulled out his cock glistening with their mixed fluids, veins still throbbing and flipped her onto her back like a ragdoll. Hinata landed with a gasp, legs splayed wide, pussy gaping and drooling a thick river of juices onto the sheets. A reached for the nightstand, grabbing two thick permanent markers, one black, one red, and uncapped them with his teeth.

 

“Hold still, princess,” he rumbled, voice rough with satisfaction. “Time to decorate my new cum dumpster.”

 

He started with her breasts, pinning her down with one massive hand between them. The black marker scrawled “FUCK BABE” in bold, jagged letters across her right tit, the tip dragging over her sensitive nipple and making her whimper. On the left he wrote: “CUM MACHINE”, the ink cold against her flushed skin. Hinata squirmed, the drag of the tip sending tingles through her nerves, her clit twitching in sympathy. Humiliation burned, but it only made her wetter!

 

A moved lower, spreading her thighs wider with rough hands. He wrote “CUM HERE” in red block letters along the outer edges of her pussy lips, the marker’s tip brushing her swollen folds and making her hips buck. The ink glistened against her slick skin, framing her gaping entrance like a target. “There,” he said, tossing the markers aside and palming his cock, still rock-hard and dripping. “Now everyone’ll know what this Hyuga cunt’s for.”

 

Hinata gasped, tears of shame and arousal streaking her cheeks. The jutsu hummed, letting her feel the weight of his gaze on her marked body and the cock aching to plunge back in and use its new canvas.

 

Hinata’s mind screamed no, a furious, humiliated roar to stop this, ‘I’m the Hokage’s wife! I’m a mother! I’m Hinata Hyuga!’ she thought, but the words never left her throat. The Raikage’s Jutsu turned every degrading scrawl into a live wire of pleasure, the marker ink still tacky on her skin, the letters “FUCK BABE” and “CUM MACHINE” burning like brands across her breasts. She hated it. She hated the way the red “CUM HERE” framed her dripping pussy like a target. She hated the Raikage’s smug grin as he loomed over her, cock in hand, ready to use the canvas he’d drawn.

 

But gods, it felt so good!

 

A lined up his dick again and slammed back inside with one brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs. Hinata’s back arched off the bed, a strangled cry ripping free as her pussy stretched wide around his girth. The bulge in her belly reappeared instantly, the thick outline of his cock pressing up beneath her skin like a second spine. She felt it doubled: her own walls yielding, cervix battered, womb shifting to accommodate the invasion, and his cock sinking into a scorching, spasming tunnel that gripped him like a fist. The jutsu made her feel the cock’s triumph, the slick drag, the heat, the way her juices coated every vein.

 

“More ” she begged, voice cracking, hips already rolling to meet him. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper. “Please, A-sama, more…” she pleaded, her voice tiny, defeated.

 

He obliged, hips pistoning with relentless force. Each thrust drove her into the mattress, tits bouncing, the marker ink smearing slightly from sweat and friction. The words “FUCK BABE” blurred across her tit as her nipple dragged against his chest, the sensation echoing in her clit through the link. Her belly protruded obscenely with every plunge, the bulge rising and falling like a piston, her distended womb kissing his tip on every stroke.

 

“Look at you,” A growled, one hand splaying over the bulge, pressing down to feel his own cock through her skin. “Marked and stuffed as my personal cum dump!”

 

Hinata’s eyes rolled back. The pressure of his hand amplified everything: her pussy clenching harder, walls fluttering in desperate spasms, and his cock being squeezed in rhythmic pulses, the head grinding against her deepest spot. She came hard, a violent gush that squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath. The orgasm ripped through her in waves, her clit throbbing, womb contracting, body shaking but the jutsu let her feel his pleasure too: the cock swelling inside her, veins pulsing, the tight grip milking him toward his own edge.

 

But even that wasn’t enough.

 

“FUCK ME!” she shouted, voice raw and frantic, a mantra spilling from her lips as she bucked into his thrusts. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE!!!!!” Her hips moved on instinct, grinding down to meet every slam, chasing the next high. The bulge in her belly grew more pronounced, her pussy gaping wider with each withdrawal, only to be filled again with a wet SCHLORP. She felt her own desperate, pussy aching, clit screaming for friction and his cock’s insatiable hunger, the shaft throbbing with need, the balls tightening against her ass.

 

A’s rhythm turned savage, the bedframe banging the wall in a steady thud-thud-thud. “Beg louder, slut! Let the whole island hear what a cock-hungry Hyuga whore you are!”

 

“FUCK ME!” Hinata screamed, tears streaking her cheeks, marker ink smearing further as her tits jiggled. “USE YOUR SUPERIOR KUMO-COCK TO RUIN AND BREEEED ME! JUST FUCK ME!” Another orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down so hard A hissed, but she kept moving, kept begging, her body a slave to the loop of sensation her own ecstasy and his, blended into one endless, insatiable need.

 

A’s booming laugh echoed through the suite like thunder, his massive frame shaking with amusement as he gripped Hinata’s hips tighter. “You’re insatiable, princess! Let’s give the island a real show.” Without pulling out, he hauled her upright in one fluid motion, switching them to a standing doggy position. Hinata dangled, but A held her steady, his cock still buried balls-deep, the bulge in her belly protruding lewdly as gravity pulled her down harder onto him. She braced her hands against the bed for balance, her legs splayed wide, pussy stretched obscenely around his girth. The jutsu hummed relentlessly: she felt her own walls clenching in desperate need, slick juices cascading down his length and dripping off his balls, his cock throbbing inside a vice of wet heat, the shaft pulsing with every heartbeat.

 

Using his toe, A slapped the room service button on the nightstand phone. The line clicked open. “Bring it in,” he barked, voice casual, as if ordering dessert. Hinata was too far gone to question it, as her world narrowed to the dual ecstasy looping through her nerves, the marker ink on her skin smearing with sweat, the “CUM HERE” arrows pointing accusingly at her gaping folds. Another orgasm rippled through her, weaker but endless, her pussy fluttering around him as she ground back instinctively. “FUCK ME!” she chanted mindlessly, hips rolling in frantic circles.

 

The door swung open with a soft beep of the lock being undone by a keycard. In strode a hotel employee, a petite maid in a scandalously skimpy uniform: black lace apron cut to fully expose her breasts, no panties, thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter. She may as well have been naked, skin oiled and gleaming, but her hands held a professional TV camera, red light blinking live. The maid didn’t blink at the scene; she just hoisted the lens, zooming in on Hinata’s marked body, the bulging belly, the thick cock spearing her from behind.

 

“Broadcasting island-wide, sir,” she purred, voice professional. “Every screen on Ranko Island’s beaches, bars, and resorts. They’re watching.”

 

A’s grin turned feral. He unleashed his fury in full, fucking Hinata harder than before! Hips slamming with bone-jarring force, each thrust bouncing her up and down on his length. The lewd position let gravity amplify every plunge, his cock speared straight up into her womb, the head stuffing the entire cavity. Hinata’s screams turned beastial, body jolting like a puppet on strings. The jutsu overloaded her senses, pussy pounded into a frothy mess, walls spasming uncontrollably, G-spot hammered into oblivion, and his cock railing a slick, squirting sheath that gripped him like a lifeline. Orgasms bursting endlessly, her clit throbbing with each slap of his balls, pussy squirting in non-stop arcs that splashed the carpet, soaked his thighs, and dripped from her chin as she drooled.

 

“MOOOORE! HARDER A-SAMAAAAH!” she wailed, openly begging, voice broadcast to thousands. Her hips pushed back greedily, chasing the ruin, belly bulging and receding with every brutal stroke.

 

“AHHHHHHN!!! I’M CUMMING! CUMMING!!! SO GOOD!!! MY PUSSY IS GOING CRAZY! I CAN HOLD IT BAAAACK!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD, TOO GOOD!! I’M GOING INSAAAAANE!!” she howled, juices gushing in rhythmic fountains, pooling at their feet, her legs shaking as another climax ripped through her stronger, sharper, the dual sensations blending into white-hot bliss. She felt her own body shattering, womb flooding with need, and his cock conquering, veins dragging against her walls, balls churning for release.

 

A leaned over her back, one hand gripping her hair to yank her head toward the camera. His eyes locked on the lens, not Hinata. “Hey, Hokage brat. You see this? Your precious wife’s mine now. My personal cumdump, marked and bred on live TV!” He punctuated it with a vicious thrust, making Hinata squeal, her pussy clenching so hard it milked a groan from him.

 

Then, to her, he said, “Look at the camera, slut. Give ‘em a double peace sign and tell the island what you are.”

 

Hinata’s opal eyes, glazed and tear-streaked, focused on the lens. Thousands of shinobi, tourists, and maybe even her friends were all watching. Humiliation crashed like a wave, but the pleasure drowned it. Trembling, she lifted both hands, fingers forming shaky V-signs beside her flushed cheeks, the universal peace pose twisted into obscene surrender. Her tits bounced with each ongoing thrust, ink-smudged words “FUCK BABE” and “CUM MACHINE” on full display.

 

“E-Everyone’s seeing…” she moaned, voice broadcast loud and clear, hips still grinding down on A’s cock. “See what a shameless Kumo-cock slut I’ve become! I, Hinata Hyuga, the Hokage’s wife, am addicted to Raikage dick! It’s so much biggerrr, and betterrr, it’s ruining me live!” Another squirt erupted, splattering the camera lens as she came again, body convulsing. “Cum in me, A-sama! Breed me! I don’t care if I get pregnant, or if your superior seed takes root, just fill me! I need your cum please, flood my womb!”

 

A roared in triumph, slamming deep as his cock erupted inside her. Hinata howled in raw lust and ecstasy as she felt it, her insides painted white with thick, hot jets, womb filling, and his cock pulsing in ecstatic release, each spurt milking bliss from his balls.

 

“OHHHHHHH, CUMMING! I CAN FEEL MY DICK CUMMING INSIDE MEEEEE!!! SO GOOOD, EJACULATING IS AMAAAAZING!!! MORE! GIMME MOOAAAR, SEED ME, BREED ME PUMP MY PUSSY FULL OF SAAAAUUCE!!!!” she demanded.

 

The maid zoomed in closer, capturing every gush overflowing her pussy, twitching in her belly as A’s cock, her cock, spasmed and unloaded inside. Hinata’s peace signs wavered but held, her moaning dissolving into sobs of ecstasy as the island watched her break completely.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)