Total Cum Eclipse

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
Previous Story (Chapter 110): [LINK]
Beginning (Chapter 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Chapter 112): To Be Continued…

 

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Club Eclipse: Main City, Ranko Island

 

The bassline throbbed like a living heartbeat, deep and relentless, vibrating through the sweat-slick floor of Club Eclipse. Strobe lights cut through clouds of chakra-infused smoke, painting everything in flashes of violet and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of sex, salt, and spilled liquor. Every corner of the club was an orgy in progress, bodies writhing on couches, against walls, on raised platforms, but the real focal point tonight was the central dance floor.

 

And on that floor stood Sakura Uchiha, transformed into a walking wet dream.

 

She had just come from that shop where there was a man who specialized in Body Modification jutsu earlier that evening, reshaping herself into obscene exaggeration. Her breasts were now gigantic, each one easily larger than her entire body was normally, heavy and round, defying gravity only through the seal’s reinforcement. Her ass was a shelf of plush, jiggling flesh, wide, heart-shaped, and impossibly firm. The slutty emerald-green bikini she wore was little more than decoration: the bottom a thin thong that disappeared completely between her cheeks, riding high to frame the perfect globes of her ass like a gift. The top? Two tiny triangles of fabric connected by strings, positioned deliberately to frame her thick, dusky nipples rather than cover them. They stood hard and proud, fully exposed for every hungry eye in the club.

 

Sakura danced like a woman possessed, hips rolling in slow, hypnotic circles, back arched to thrust her tits forward, ass clapping with every deliberate drop. Sweat glistened on her pink hair and traced paths down her cleavage. Her green eyes, usually sharp and medical, were glazed with raw, animal need. She was going through withdrawals. Her pussy ached, empty and dripping, clit throbbing in time with the bass. Every grind of her thighs sent a fresh trickle of slick down her leg. She needed cock. Big cock. The kind that rearranged organs and left her womb bruised.

 

“Come on!” she shouted over the music, voice husky and commanding, hands cupping her massive breasts and lifting them higher. “I want the biggest cocks on this island! Show me what you’re packing! Don’t waste my time with anything less than a half meter!” she demanded as she got down on her knees, resting her weight on her breasts alone.

 

The crowd roared. Dozens of men pressed closer to the edge of the dance platform, mostly dark-skinned locals and visitors from Kumo, Iwa, and beyond, their bodies oiled and gleaming, cocks already hard from the show. They stroked themselves openly, cheering and jeering.

 

“Stretch this Uchiha slut!” offered one man.

 

“Bet I can make those tits bounce harder!” said another.

 

“Stay on your knees, pink-haired whore!” said yet another. Their faces almost blurred together, as Sakura was only interested in what was below their belts, not above their necks.

 

One by one, they stepped forward, proud and eager. A tall Kumo nin with dreads, nine inches, thick but not enough. Sakura glanced, rolled her eyes. “Next.” A muscular local with tribal tattoos, ten inches, veiny. She licked her lips… then shook her head. “Still too small.”
Another, eleven and a half, curved upward. Closer, but her pussy clenched in frustration rather than satisfaction. “Pathetic. I’ve had bigger from Genin!”

 

The jeers turned to laughter, some men grumbling as they stepped back, stroking themselves harder to salvage pride. Sakura’s frustration boiled over. She turned, raising her hips to give the crowd a full view of her ass, the thong swallowed completely between her cheeks. She slapped her own flesh hard, CLAP, the sound cutting through the music, her butt rippling for seconds.

 

“I said the biggest!” she snarled, straightening and shoving her chest forward, nipples bouncing. “I’m not some desperate academy girl, I need monsters! If you can’t make my belly bulge, get the fuck out of my sight!”

 

The crowd howled, more men pushing forward, but Sakura’s eyes scanned them ruthlessly. None met her standard. Not yet. Her body trembled with craving. Juices dripped openly down her thighs now, the scent of her arousal thick enough to taste. She needed it, needed to be filled, stretched, ruined. Naruto… Boruto… A… someone. Anyone with the kind of cock that could scratch this unbearable itch!

 

She raised her ass higher, doing that same ridiculous pose from before, thighs spread wide, fingers trailing teasingly over her barely-covered pussy as she glared at the crowd.

 

“Last chance,” she purred, voice dangerous and dripping with need. “Show me a real dick… Or I’ll find one myself.”

 

The crowd parted slightly as two more men swaggered forward, confidence radiating off them like heat from the dance floor lights.

 

The first was a broad-shouldered Kumo veteran with a shaved head and lightning tattoos curling down his arms. He stepped right up to the platform’s edge, stroking a thick, dark cock that had to be pushing eleven inches, veiny, heavy, already leaking. The crowd whooped. Sakura leaned forward, massive breasts squishing beneath her, nipples hard and framed perfectly by the green strings. She eyed it critically, even reached out to wrap her fingers around the shaft (her hand couldn’t close fully). She gave it a slow, appraising pump.

 

“Close…” she murmured, licking her lips. “But not quite. Next!”

 

The man’s face fell; a few laughs rippled through the onlookers as he stepped back, still stroking himself in wounded pride.

 

The second contender was taller, leaner, skin like polished obsidian, a long braid down his back. He turned sideways to show off his length, easily twelve inches, straight and proud, the head flared and glistening. Cheers erupted louder. Sakura’s pussy clenched hard enough that a fresh trickle of slick ran down her thigh. She hopped off the platform, ass jiggling, and pressed her body against him, gigantic tits squishing against his chest, as she reached down to measure him properly. Her fingers traced from base to tip, then gripped and squeezed.

 

“Better,” she breathed, voice husky. “But still… Not enough. I need something that ruins me!”

 

Boos and laughter mixed as the man shrugged and retreated, cock bobbing.

 

Sakura spun back to the crowd, frustration etched on her flushed face, hands on her hips, ass thrust out. “Is this really the best Ranko has tonight? I’m dying here!”

 

A deep, gruff voice cut through the noise like thunder.

 

“Looking for a real cock, Uchiha?”

 

Sakura whipped around, green eyes widening.

 

There, leaning against the bar at the edge of the dance floor, stood A, the Fourth Raikage. Shirtless, muscles gleaming under the strobes, lightning chakra flickering faintly across his dark skin. His shorts were already tented obscenely, the outline of his monstrous dick visible even from across the room. A lazy, predatory grin split his face.

 

And trailing just behind him, naked except for a thin black choker around her neck and the smeared remnants of marker ink across her breasts and mound, was Hinata. Her opal eyes were glazed, and her thighs were slick, with a fresh load still dripping down her legs. She clung to A’s arm possessively, but her gaze flicked to Sakura with a knowing, hungry smile.

 

The crowd hushed for a split second, then erupted louder than before.

 

Sakura’s breath caught. Her pussy throbbed. The craving sharpened to a painful edge.

 

“Finally,” she whispered, voice trembling with relief and raw need.

 

A’s grin widened, all teeth and thunder, as he pushed off the bar and strode toward the dance platform like he owned the club, which, tonight, he might as well have. “Keep up, Hyuga,” he rumbled over his shoulder without looking back.

 

Hinata obeyed instantly, padding after him on bare feet, thighs still slick and glistening from their earlier session. The choker around her neck caught the strobes, the faint marker ink on her skin (CUM HERE) smeared but still legible. Her opal eyes were fixed on A’s back with hungry devotion.

 

Sakura’s breath hitched as he stepped right up to her, close enough that the heat radiating off his body cut through the club’s humid air. His massive hand shot out, grabbing one of her gigantic breasts without preamble, fingers sinking deep into the soft, seal-enhanced flesh, thumb flicking the huge nub of her exposed nipple.

 

“Still advertising for upgrades, Uchiha?” A growled, voice low and amused. “Saw my little broadcast earlier, didn’t you? Bet you came just watching me turn the Hokage’s wife into a drooling mess.”

 

Sakura’s cheeks flushed hotter, but she didn’t pull away, instead she arched into his grip, a throaty laugh escaping. “Guilty. Couldn’t help it. Seeing that monster split Hinata open on live feed? My pussy’s been jealous ever since.”

 

A’s other hand claimed her second breast, kneading both roughly, making them bounce and jiggle. Between his legs, his shorts finally gave up the fight. The waistband snapped down, and his cock sprang free, a towering, ebony pillar of meat, easily over half a meter, thicker than Sakura’s forearm, with veins pulsing like lightning cables. The head flared an angry color, pre-cum already beading in a thick drop. It jutted upward with such rigidity that the shaft slapped against his abs and reached nearly to his collarbone.

 

Sakura’s knees went weak. A whimper escaped her throat.

 

She dropped instantly, both hands wrapping around the base, fingers nowhere near meeting, as she sank to the filthy floor. Her tongue dragged slowly and worshipfully across his heavy balls first, lapping at the salty skin, inhaling the raw musk that made her head spin. Looking straight up the length of his cock was almost too much, the sheer size looming over her like a monument, veins throbbing, head glistening. Her pussy clenched hard; a small, hands-free orgasm rippled through her, thighs trembling as slick dripped onto the platform.

 

“Fuck…” she breathed against his sac, nipples scraping his thighs. Then her gaze slid sideways to Hinata, who had obediently knelt beside her.

 

Sakura’s tongue traced a long, wet stripe up the underside of A’s shaft, from balls to flared head, teal lipstick leaving a glistening trail. She locked eyes with Hinata, voice husky and commanding despite her position.

 

“Come on, Hinata… Get over here and join me,” she purred, giving the cock a slow pump with both hands. “Proper kunoichi should worship giant cocks together! Show the club how village wives say thank you to a real man.”

 

Hinata’s breath caught, but she crawled forward without hesitation, opal eyes glazed with the same starving need. The two women knelt side by side, former rivals, now united in depravity, faces inches from the towering dick that promised to ruin them both.

 

Sakura and Hinata knelt shoulder-to-shoulder on the sticky dance platform, the bass thumping through their knees as the crowd pressed closer, phones glowing in the dark. A towered over them, a massive length of thick, ebony cock jutting straight up, the flared head glistening with pre-cum and Sakura’s earlier lipstick smears.

 

Sakura went first, greedy and impatient. She wrapped both hands around the base, still not enough to encircle it fully, and dragged her tongue up the underside in one long, worshipful lick from balls to crown. The taste exploded across her tongue: salt, musk, raw power. She swirled around the head, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks, nipples scraping A’s thighs as she bobbed. Drool spilled down the shaft in thick strings, mixing with the pre-cum that leaked in steady pulses.

 

Hinata leaned in from the side, opal eyes glazed, and lapped at the opposite vein, her tongue soft and precise where Sakura’s was aggressive. Their mouths met at the tip, lips brushing, tongues tangling around the head in a sloppy, shared kiss with A’s cock as the center. Hinata moaned into it, the vibration humming straight into Sakura’s mouth.

 

A’s massive hand tangled in Hinata’s dark hair, guiding her down. “That’s it, Hyuga. Show the Uchiha how a real bitch worships cock.” His voice boomed over the music, full of smug triumph. “Took less than an hour to turn the Hokage’s perfect wife into my personal cum-rag. Now she drips at the sight of me.”

 

Hinata whimpered in agreement, taking her turn. She opened wide, jaw straining, and swallowed half the length in one slow glide, throat bulging visibly as the head lodged deep. Her Byakugan veins flared involuntarily, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t gag. She sucked, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening against the underside, drawing a guttural groan from A. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her marked breasts (CUM MACHINE still faintly visible under the smeared ink).

 

Sakura watched, panting, fingers plunging between her own thighs to rub her clit in frantic circles. When Hinata pulled back with a wet schlorp, gasping for air, Sakura dove in again, taking him deeper, nose pressing into A’s trimmed pubic hair, throat convulsing around the intrusion. She held there, eyes watering, until black spots danced, then pulled off in a messy trail of spit that connected her lips to the head.

 

They traded like that, turn for turn, mouth for mouth, coating every inch in glossy saliva and teal lipstick rings. Their tongues battled over the head, lapping at the slit in unison to catch every fresh bead of pre-cum. The crowd chanted, but the women were lost in the taste, the stench, the size.

 

A finally yanked Hinata back by the hair, cock popping free with a lewd sound. “Enough teasing. Hyuga. Rip those pathetic strings off the Uchiha’s ass. Get her ready.”

 

Hinata obeyed instantly, crawling behind Sakura on all fours. Her hands grabbed the thin green thong, already soaked and buried between Sakura’s massive cheeks, and tore. The fabric snapped like paper, threads flying. Sakura gasped as cool air hit her dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening.

 

Hinata didn’t hesitate. She spread Sakura’s cheeks wide, thumbs digging into plush flesh, and buried her face between them. Her tongue plunged straight into Sakura’s slick heat, long, deliberate licks from clit to entrance, then spearing deep inside. Sakura’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as Hinata ate her out with ruthless precision: sucking the clit hard, then fucking her with her tongue, nose pressed against Sakura’s asshole.

 

“FUCK YESSSSS!!! EAT ME OUT, HINATA!!!” Sakura moaned, pushing back onto the Hokage’s wife’s face, ass jiggling with every grind. Hinata’s own pussy dripped onto the platform, the choker around her neck glowing faintly under the spotlights as she serviced the woman whose husband she’d once admired.

 

A watched, stroking his slick cock slowly, grinning down at the two broken kunoichi.

 

“Two village princesses, fighting over my dick and eating each other like whores. Ranko really is paradise.”

 

A grabbed Sakura by the back of her pink hair, fingers twisting into the sweaty strands like reins, and yanked her head forward without a word. His cock, still slick from their shared spit and pre-cum, slammed into her mouth and down her throat in one brutal thrust. The flared head popped past her lips, stretching them into a perfect, obscene O, teal lipstick smearing further down the shaft as he buried half his length down her throat.

 

Sakura’s eyes watered instantly, peridot irises rolling back as the sensation hit her like a Rasengan to the gut. The girth was overwhelming, thicker than her wrist, veins bulging against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, forcing her jaw to ache with the strain. She felt every inch invading her: the hot, velvet-hard skin sliding over her taste buds, the salty tang of pre-cum flooding her senses, the pulse of his heartbeat throbbing against her inner cheeks. Her throat bulged visibly, the outline of his cock pressing outward like a snake swallowing prey, the ridge of the head clearly defined under her pale skin, distorting her neck into a grotesque, erotic column.

 

“GUGURRAGH!!!” She choked, a wet, guttural sound bubbling up as he hit the back of her throat, but she loved it. The lack of air sharpened everything: her pussy clenched hard, slick gushing down her thighs in response to the violation. It felt like her mouth was being turned inside out, every gag reflex firing only to heighten the pleasure, her clit throbbing in sympathy as if her throat and pussy were one. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips, cascading over her chin and onto her gigantic breasts, making the exposed nipples glisten.

 

A didn’t let up. He gripped her head with both hands now, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, face-fucking her like she was nothing but a warm, wet hole! Each thrust drove deeper, the bulge in her throat swelling and receding with every plunge, her neck distorting grotesquely as the head lodged in her esophagus. The crowd blurred around her; all she knew was the burn in her lungs, the stretch that made her feel full in a way her pussy craved, the way her massive tits bounced with every brutal slam, nipples scraping the air like they were begging for attention.

 

“GYESH!!! USHE MEH!! PHUG MUH MOUPH WIKE A PUSSHY!!” Sakura begged between thrusts, words garbled and desperate, spit flying from her lips. She forced her throat to relax, taking him deeper until her nose smashed against his pubic bone, the full fifteen inches sheathing inside her. The sensation was ecstasy: her throat walls rippling around him in involuntary spasms, milking the shaft like a cunt, every vein dragging against her tonsils on the withdrawal. She gagged harder, choked, retch, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she pushed back, humping the air as her pussy spasmed untouched. “PHUG MUH MOUPH-PUSSHY, A-SHAMA, SHTRETCH ID, CHOGE MEH, WUIN MEEH!”

 

Hinata watched from her knees, one hand between her own thighs, rubbing frantically as Sakura’s throat bulged obscenely, visible even in the strobing lights, the cock’s outline pulsing like a heartbeat under her skin. A laughed once again, deep and triumphant, as his hips began pistoning faster, and his balls slapping Sakura’s chin with wet smacks.

 

“That’s right, Uchiha! Choke on it like the size queen you are. Hyuga, keep eating her! Make this bitch cum while I fuck her face.”

 

Hinata didn’t hesitate. The moment A’s command left his lips, she shifted behind Sakura like an obedient shadow, hands spreading those massive, seal-enhanced cheeks wide. Her face dove in deep, nose buried between the plush globes, tongue lapping hungrily at Sakura’s dripping pussy first, long flat strokes from clit to entrance, gathering the slick that had been pouring down Sakura’s thighs all night. The act made Hinata moan into the flesh, the vibration humming straight into Sakura’s core.

 

Then Hinata moved higher, tongue circling Sakura’s tight asshole in teasing spirals before spearing inside, fucking the puckered ring with wet, insistent thrusts. She alternated, pussy, ass, pussy, ass, lapping and sucking like she was starving, cheeks smeared with Sakura’s juices, her own thighs clenching as she ground against nothing.

 

Sakura’s world narrowed to the dual assault. A’s cock pounded her throat without mercy, the bulge in her neck swelling grotesquely with every brutal thrust, while Hinata’s tongue violated her from behind. The sensations layered into overload: the burn in her stretched jaw, the thick veins dragging across her tonsils, the lack of air making stars burst behind her eyes; and lower, Hinata’s precise, relentless tongue flicking her clit, plunging into her pussy, rimming her ass until every nerve screamed.

 

“MMMOAR!! AGUHGUGH!! PHUG MUH MOUPH WIKE EWE WANNA BREAG MUH GAW!!!” Sakura begged, words garbled around the invading shaft, spit bubbling from her lips in thick ropes. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara running black, but her green eyes blazed with pure, masochistic lust.

 

A barked out a laugh, thunderous and cruel. “You asked for it, Uchiha.”

 

His massive hands twisted tighter in her pink hair, painful, scalp-burning tight, and he swung his hips like a battering ram. The pace turned merciless: full-length thrusts that slammed his cock from lips to throat in one violent motion, balls slapping her chin with wet cracks, the head punching so deep her throat bulged past her collarbone. Each withdrawal left her gasping, throat gaping obscenely, only to be filled again instantly. The stretch was ecstasy, her jaw creaking, lips split around the girth, neck distorting like a sleeve stuffed too full.

 

Sakura loved it. The roughness, the pain, the absolute use, it shattered her. Her pussy spasmed violently, untouched except for Hinata’s tongue, and she came hard. A gushing squirt blasted from her cunt, spraying Hinata’s face in forceful arcs, soaking the Hokage’s wife from chin to forehead. Hinata didn’t flinch, she opened her mouth wider, drinking it down, tongue still fucking Sakura’s holes through the orgasm, prolonging the waves until Sakura’s thighs shook uncontrollably.

 

“That’s it! Drown my bitch while I wreck your face!” A growled, not slowing for a second. His cock swelled thicker in Sakura’s throat, veins pulsing against her convulsing walls as her climax milked him from the wrong end. Sakura’s vision tunneled, body trembling on the edge of blacking out, but the pleasure was perfect, the kind that only came from being utterly, shamelessly broken.

 

A’s grip on Sakura’s hair turned iron-tight, his hips locking forward as a roar tore from his chest. His cock swelled impossibly thicker in her throat, veins pulsing against her stretched walls, and then he erupted.

 

The first jet was a torrent, thick and scalding, blasting straight into her stomach with such force she felt it splash inside her like molten honey. Rope after rope followed, gallons, it seemed, pumping down her gullet in endless, heavy pulses. Sakura’s eyes rolled back, tears streaming, but she gulped greedily, not caring, loving the obscene fullness, the proof of how thoroughly she’d been used.

 

When A finally yanked out, his cock popped free with a filthy SCHLORP that sent a final spurt across her face and tits, Sakura collapsed forward, gasping huge lungfuls of air. Spit and cum strung from her ruined lips in thick webs, dripping onto the platform in heavy globs. Her throat ached raw, jaw throbbing, neck still bearing the grotesque bulge that slowly faded. She looked up at him through mascara-streaked tears, green eyes wild and nearly insane with need!

 

“FUCK MY PUSSY, NOW!” she screamed, voice hoarse and cracking. “EMPTY YOUR BALLS IN MY WOMB! KNOCK MY SIZE QUEEN ASS UP! FUCKING BREED MY WHORE PUSSY!”

 

A threw his head back and laughed, the sound booming over the music. “Damn right you’re a whore, Uchiha! A filthy, size-addicted whore!”

 

“I’M A WHOOOORE!” Sakura shrieked, scrambling onto her back on the platform, legs splaying wide without shame. Her gigantic breasts flopped to either side, nipples pierced and glistening with spit. “A WHORE WHO LIVES ONLY FOR BIG, HARD, THROBBING DIIIICKS!!! NOW PLEASE, A-SAMA, FUCK MEEEEE!!!”

 

He didn’t make her wait. Massive hands seized her ankles, spreading her legs into a wide V, thighs trembling as her slick, swollen pussy opened for him like a flower. The lips were puffy, glistening, clit throbbing visibly. A lined up his still-rock-hard cock, slick with her throat slime and streaked with teal lipstick, and impaled her in one savage motion!

 

The stretch was catastrophic. An insane length of ebony girth speared straight through her, the flared head punching past her cervix and tenting her belly upward in a long, obscene ridge that rose from her mound to just below her sternum. Sakura’s back arched off the platform, a silent scream tearing from her throat before exploding into a wail as she came instantly. Her pussy convulsed around him, squirting in forceful arcs that splashed his abs and the floor, walls milking him in desperate spasms. The sensation was blinding: burning fullness, every vein dragging against her G-spot, womb kissed and claimed, the visual of her own belly distorted by his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

 

A barked another laugh, grinding deep. “Cumming already? Just from me sticking it in? Pathetic, Uchiha.”

 

The crowd erupted, men and women alike roaring their approval.

 

“Pound that pink-haired slut!” called one woman.

 

“Make her belly bigger!” said one man.

 

“Breed the Uchiha whore!” said a different woman.

 

A obliged, hips withdrawing until just the head remained, her belly flattening slightly, then slamming back in. The rhythm was rough, punishing: each thrust lifting her ass off the platform, tits bouncing wildly, the tent in her abdomen rising and falling like a piston. Wet schlorps and claps filled the air, her squirt mixing with the remaining cum coating his dick, foaming around the seal of their joining.

 

Sakura’s world was a sensation: the burn of the stretch turning to molten pleasure, her clit grinding against his pubic bone on every hilt, the visual of her distorted belly proof of how thoroughly she was owned. Sweat poured down her skin, pooling between her breasts; the scent of sex, sweat, and cum choked the air. Every merciless thrust sent her into another orgasm, chained, endless, her voice reduced to broken screams and moans.

 

Hinata knelt nearby, fingers plunging frantically into her own pussy, eyes locked on the sight. She came with a soft cry, squirting onto the platform as she watched Sakura get ruined, the choker around her neck shining under the glaring lights.

 

The crowd’s jeers and cheers blurred into white noise. All Sakura knew was that the cock was destroying her, as well as the fullness, the need, and the absolute, shameless joy of finally being used exactly how she craved.

 

A’s hips turned into a machine—relentless, piston-like slams that shook the entire platform. Each thrust drove his fifteen-inch cock to the absolute hilt, the flared head battering Sakura’s cervix before punching into her womb, the obscene tent in her abdomen rising and falling like a grotesque wave from her mound to her sternum. Her gigantic breasts flopped wildly to either side, silver bars glinting, nipples so hard they ached in the open air.

 

“I’M CUMMING!” Sakura screamed, voice raw and cracking as the first orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting in a forceful geyser that splashed A’s abs and rained onto the crowd below. “CUMMING! CUMMING! CUMMING! HARDER, A-SAMA, FUCK ME HARDER!” she begged

 

He obliged, gripping her ankles tighter, spreading her legs until her hips creaked, and pounded deeper, each slam lifting her ass clear off the platform. The wet schlorp of her sopping wet pussy sucking him back in was mixed with the crowd’s roaring chants.

 

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” she howled as another climax detonated, her walls spasming wildly, squirt jetting in rhythmic arcs. Sakura’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, teal lipstick smeared across her cheek. Every nerve sang with perfect, addictive fulfillment, the stretch, the burn, the fullness that scratched the itch she’d carried for what felt like weeks. For now, in this moment, her addiction was sated, drowned in the brutal ecstasy of being used exactly how her body now demanded.

 

“DEEPER, PLEASE, BREAK MY WOMB! CUMMING! I’MCUMMING…!!!” The words spilled in a nonstop litany, her voice breaking into sobs of bliss with every fresh orgasm chaining into the last. Her belly tented higher, the outline of his cockhead visible under her skin like a brand.

 

A’s rhythm faltered, his balls tightened, cock swelling thicker inside her, and he roared!

 

The release was like a bomb going off inside her. Thick, scalding ropes of cum blasted into her womb! Sakura’s final scream cut off into a silent, open-mouthed gasp. The orgasm that hit her was apocalyptic, her pussy convulsed in violent spasms, squirting in a continuous flood that soaked everything below her waist. Pleasure whited out her vision, every nerve firing at once, her world collapsing into pure, blinding ecstasy.

 

And then, black.

 

Her body went limp beneath him, eyes rolled fully white, mouth slack, unconscious from the overload, her entire body still twitching around his buried cock in faint aftershocks.

 

A stayed hilted a moment longer, grinding deep to empty the last drops, then pulled out with a filthy, wet, sucking noise. A thick river of cum immediately gushed from Sakura’s gaping, ruined pussy, pooling beneath her on the platform.

 

The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, phones flashing like stars.

 

Hinata crawled forward, fingers still buried in her own cunt, eyes wide with awe and envy at the unconscious, cum-drunk Uchiha sprawled before her.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)