Kage Sexbomb

Hinata had been raised in a very traditional family.

So she had been raised as a princess, demure, shy, and repressed.

The Branch Family may have had the Cageed Bird Seal, and that was a different, horrible type of restraint.

But just comparing magnitude, it was nothing compared to the demands placed on the Hyuuga Heiress.

She had no hobbies. She had no fun. She had no identity. She had barely talked to any boys.

It was no wonder that she had always fainted at the mere sight of her first crush.

She was sent to the academy, and ironically this had given her more time to herself. Becauese it gave her time away from her home.

Yet she was last to school, first home, and was not to eat lunch with anyone not in a registered Shinobi Clan.

She became a ninja. This was normally when children accepted heavier responsibilities.

But compared to her childhood it was also comparatively more freedom.

Hinata had learned to hate her repressive childhood. Hate, but accept, as it had been her duty.

Yet.

Now it seemed that she had something to appreciate about those days.

After all, it was no coincidence that she had such flawless, milky white skin.

Her body was smooth to the touch, like soft porcelain. Her hair never knotted nor frayed, for it flowed like oiled silk.

Hours a day had to be devoted to this. Handmaidens. Special herbal baths and oils. Much fussing about proper foundations of skin care and vitamin ratios.

She remembered feeling sorry for the branch family ladies that had to prepare her herbal baths and rub her down every day.

Because it seemed so pointless.

After all, this was done only for her to could cover her body up in a jumpsuit, then go off to get beaten up by her father's training.

It was only now, 18 years old, when she was nestled into the crook of her lover's arm that everything finally clicked into place.

Everything. Her upbringing. Her pointlessly large Double E breasts. Her perverted, inverted nipples. Her plump lips. Her hours of training to be a polite, cultured lady.

Even her eyes that could gaze upon her lover's dense chakra.

It all made sense as she lay naked in his arms, staring up at him. Watching his entranced expression as he ran rough palms over her supple flesh.

She really owed Hitomi and the other handmaids her gratitude.

"Naruto-kun?" She asked gently. "It's time to get up."

"You've already got me up." He said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows shamelessly.

He was, of course, referring to the tent that he was quite literally pitching with their bed-sheets.

The white silk sheet that covered their lower halves spiked up into a telling, pyramid like shape.

Hinata giggled into her lover's shoulder at his bad joke.

She felt whole, not only when his shaft was inside her. She felt whole just from being in his arms. She felt at peace and while the previous night's spunk was resting comfortingly in her womb.

The words spilled out of her mouth comfortably. She only stuttered a little at times like this.

Naruto wore a satisfied smile.

"You know, that's why I date you." He told her seriously. "You laugh at my jokes."

"Is that what did it?" Hinata asked gently. "After all those years?"

"Well." He said, palm resting possessively on her plump ass. "There might be one or two other reasons."

Having her body fondled casually by her lover filled Hinata with a mysterious sense of comfort.

She still became shy around her Naruto-kun, even to this day. And she still blushed, even to this day.

But when his hands were on her, she felt so at peace that she could gaze up at him and speak more freely than she ever had with any other person in her life.

She reached up and caressed his strong jawline. "What are they?"

"Oh. Just about everything."

"Oh." Hinata gasped. "So sweet." She said, caressing his chest lovingly.

"I try." Naruto said. "You'd be surprised, what awesome one-liners you can find in my Teacher's ero-book series."

Hinata giggled.

With a blush she contemplated that she might not actually be that surprised.

Hinata used her pointer finger to poke gently at her lover's chest. "A…Ano… Do you… have anything specific… you like? Please tell me. I so want to be good for you."

"Babe… It's all going to be things you're already doing." He warned.

"Please? It's… my birthday." She mentioned. "…Pretty Please? Sir?"

Naruto saw the dark blue haired girl looking up at him with her upturned eyes. Her shy but expectant expression. Her little blush of excitement. She knew what she was doing to him.

He gave up.

They had a Dom/Sub relationship but at times like this he wondered who was wrapped around who's finger.

For her cuteness he gave his woman a little kiss on her nose and for her insistence he gave her a playful slap on her ass.

"eep!" She squealed.

"Hahaha." He laughed.

Naruto then looked contemplative, moving to caressing his woman's thigh absentmindedly.

Hinata squirmed a little, but hung on her boyfriend's every word.

"When I was young, I was always alone. I was hated. I was always weak, too. You know, 'dead last'."

"You never were. Naruto-kun. You were strong. They all just -"

"Shh. It's okay." Naruto said. "I was. Anyway even in love, my crush rejected me constantly."

"I should have said something." Hinata said. "Back then. I already…"

"Baby, I'm not trying to make you feel bad!" Naruto laughed. "The point is, everything changed. And it changed so fast. So much training. So much fighting. Now I have all this stuff. Respect. Women. Even, I think… I hope… love."

Hinata blushed, unused to hearing him speak so bluntly. "A-Ano… Of course. I… I… I love you!" She blurted out.

Naruto laughed. "You love me?"

She nodded meekly. "…More than life itself. You know that, don't you?"

"I know. But it's like I can't trust it. For fourteen years there was no hint of it. So now it's like I'm haunted by those lonely days. I can't let go of these feelings."

"Is it… because Sakura-san lied to you that time?" Hinata asked gingerly.

That Haruno Sakura had, after holding such a dear place in Naruto's heart for so many years, finally did give the young man the confession of love he had always wanted. The confession he had dreamed of from the time of his lonely childhood, and kept on for years.

Of course, it had been a lie.

Well intentioned, perhaps.

But a lie.

Immediately followed by her running after the Uchiha traitor. Again.

Hinata wondered how many years of careful love it would take to soothe that one scar on her master's heart.

He healed everything else in a flash. He shrugged off fireballs and avalanches.

But he could not forget the past.

He simply carried it with him, dragging it behind his back. Quietly enduring.

"I don't want a destined love. Because destiny never dealt very fair with me. I want love to be something… something I can earn. Like I'll earn you a little more each time, if I just fuck you enough. Hard enough. Skillfully enough. Passionately enough. More and more. Because I can do that. I can work hard. We talk about you being my slave. But I'll slave away at the task of being a good owner… if I can… if you'll let me just own you."

Hinata shivered. Own me. Please. Pleeeeease!

"It's so basic. It's so uncivilized." Naruto said. "But I want to possess you." He muttered, kissing her forehead. "Because possessions don't leave you on their own. Possessions don't lie and then run off to some emo bastard again."

"Oh." Hinata gasped. "Oh, Darling. My Love. Yes. I want to be possessed." Hinata replied, nuzzling his neck. "I am possessed. Signed and stamped. Your name tattooed on my lower back, and over my womb. Shall we add a serial number for your cock-sleave next, Master?" She suckled at the base of his jawline.

Naruto shivered.

The tent he was pitching in the sheets began to dampen with his virile precum.

"I told you, you were already doing it." he scolded. "The point is. I don't need you to be anything in particular. But you have to be mine. Just stay mine." He growled possessively, eyes locking on to her in a predatory manner.

For the first time, Hinata gazed up into her lover's eyes and, because she was looking for it, found the smallest, most deeply disguised insecurity.

"Oh darling. I would never… Mmmm." Hinata moaned as he drew her in for a kiss. "I was - Mmmm - Born to be - Mmmm." he was kissing her again. "Your woman- Mmm. I, Naruto-kun, wait. Wait, let me talk!" She gasped, trying to keep him from claiming her mouth. She looked at his moist lips, and couldn't resist. She gave him one last kiss on her own, before murmuring intimately into his lips. "I-I'm yours, so much. I would love… to give you mo-mooore…." he had squeezed her ass firmly. Her master grabbed her by the back of her head. She loved when he took control of her in that way. She really adored the feel of his hands tugging at her hair. Her lover forced her into hot, bruising kisses. Leaving her a panting mess, with dazed eyes. She could only speak while short of breath, between the barrage of possessive kisses she was forced to happily receive. "I… I'm all yours, darling All… Mmmm… all of me… there's no more that I can…. Mmmmmmm… Eeek!"

Hinata squealed as she felt herself rolled over onto her back, her roguish boyfriend now looming above her with a playful grin.

Hinata's heart stopped.

Almost a hundred days with him, spending every waking moment that she could get away from her career and her clan duties. But he could still master her with with but a look.

"We'll I'm going to reinforce that." He growled as he kissed his way down her smooth neck.

He trailed little lip service down her perfect body.

Hinata gasped, clutching at her boyfriend's spiky blond hair and whimpering.

Then her wonderful lover locked his lips over her lewdly inverted nipples. Oh, how she was self conscious and embarrassed by them.

And he teased and sucked her breasts, left and then right, until her embarrassingly fat nipples popped out.

"D-Don't look. Don't stare." She said, covering her face in shame.

He smiled, and gave a little loving kiss to each. "They're beautiful. Every part of you is like… it's sculpted from a cloud.' he muttered, going lower and lower.

Past her smooth abdomen. Past her cute little belly button.

He paused to put a purposeful kiss on the little tattoo of his name that he'd personally written over her womb's location.

Hinata shivered and almost came right there.

It had gradually become almost an erogenous zone.

And then her boyfriend stopped kissing. He licked, instead, with the broad of his tongue, with aching slowness over the smooth plain of her shaved pussy.

"W-Wait." Hinata gasped. "It's dirty. It's dirty. Don't look!"

Naruto rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, familiar with this. "Honey, you're beautiful." He told her, kissing the little hood of her clit. "This slutty body that oozes femininity. It's a wonderful thing. No part of you is dirty."

"Oh. Oh!" Hinata gasped.

It was different to have him stare so attentively at the place she had always thought of as shameful.

Though yes.

She had sucked him almost daily. She loved to feel him sliding down her throat.

But that was Naruto's cock. It was beautiful and mesmerizing in it's shape and scent.

And that was different.

She belonged on her knees. She was comfortable with her hands in her lap, her skull in his hands, her throat gagging on his thickness.

Because.

She was his girlfriend.

She was his submissive. He was her dominant.

She was his slave.

Out of love. Out of choice.

Because she couldn't voice her deepest, darkest desires. She was a timid little girl, and she needed a man to draw her filth out from her. To spank her, tease her, order her until her hangups fell away.

Naruto had stormed into her life, picked her up, and whisked her away into a life of torrid pleasures and filthy lust.

And she had, predictably, loved it.

Certainly, she had become filthy. She had become the kind of woman that she had been raised to call a harlot.

She had been fucked by Naruto-kun's massive cock every day since he had first claimed her cherry.

But then, to serve him, she would do anything. Be any amount of dirty.

Especially if it was dirty.

The filthier she could be for him, the better.

She loved breaking the bonds of her upbringing by being Naruto-kun's bitch.

She cast off her guilt and her dour propriety while under his hands. When she was kneeling between his legs, her head being grasped and used for her Masterful lover's pleasure, she felt unbelievably free.

Free to be a woman.

Free to be a slut.

Instead of everyone's judgemental eyes, she only worried about the eyes of her lover.

Her world was much simpler now.

Her father could not stop Naruto anyway. No one made judgments about her decorum, her gentle fist prowess, or how she spent her time. No one dared judge her time spent with the Hero of the War.

"L-Let me. Let me suck you Naruto-kun. You don't have to. N-Na-Naru!" Naruto's lips wrapped around the little nub of her clit. The Hyuuga princess threw her head back and gasped. "Ah!"

Her gasp became a deep moan as his tongue entered her folds.

After a few minutes of being relentlessly teased, Hinata broke down, just as she always did.

She was bucking her hips, head thrashing, hands intertwined with her lover's spiky blonde hair, pushing his face into her steaming cunt and biting her lower lip as she fought not to moan.

Just when she failed, lips parting in a low, sweet moan, teetering on the brink of orgasm, he stopped.

He could always seem to stop her climax on a dime. There was no mistake or accident in any of his actions. He knew exactly what he did to her, and how to do it. He knew how to give her what she wanted, and he equally knew how to hold them juuuust out of reach.

"You find this shameful, Hinata?" Naruto asked, taking a break and kissing his way up her thigh. He had his palm nestled in the crook of her knee, holding her leg dangling weakly in his grip. His eyes were locked on hers even as he kissed up the smooth expanse of her leg. "You haven't said no." He observed.

"I…I…" She was embarrassed to talk about it.

Her pride as his slut.

She would happily kneel between his legs.

But he shouldn't be doing it for her.

He shouldn't be lowering himself to service her.

"You're always going down on me." He observed between little kisses. "It's only fair."

"That's… different…" Hinata said, chest heaving, wondering when he'd fuck her or lick her… or anything to let her cum. Anything! "You…" She licked her lips. "You're the Master. I'm your little slut. I should be servicing you in the morning."

"It's your birthday." He said with a chuckle. "And I think I have to earn my Mastery. Every day, I try to do so. I hope you're ready." He told her, eyes burning with desire.

He was bringing up earning her again.

That wasn't how it worked, she wanted to say.

She had thrown herself in front of a village destroying Nuke-Nin before they had even started going out.

One didn't do that unless they were devoted.

She was his forever already.

But it was as if he didn't trust that.

He didn't believe in pretty words.

He believed in action. And hard work.

But even then.

Only 62% of women were even capable of vaginal orgasms.

A huge percentage didn't even know what climax felt like, despite having sex with, she was sure, nice enough men.

And here he was making her cum her brains out on a daily basis.

What wouldn't she do for him, already? She couldn't imagine a single thing she could refuse him.

"H-How deeply do you think you have to satisfy me?" She weakly asked.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "That's why I always aim for the max."

That max was going to shatter her mind one day.

She only hoped he would pick up the pieces afterward.

"And besides," Naruto said playfully, "You taste divine. Service me by quenching my thirst."

Hinata blushed so red that she almost fainted.

Naruto couldn't believe that this was one of his girlfriend's biggest hangups. He had reached her knee. And now he began to kiss his way back down the valley of her spread legs. "I still haven't heard you say no." He observed, waggling his eyebrows lewdly again.

Hinata's gaze was laser locked onto her boyfriend's lips as they inched closer to the nub of her clit.

"I'll stop if you want. Tell me what you need honey. Today's about you."

She couldn't say it.

She could do anything for him. Spread her legs for him. Spread her lips for him. Dress up for him. Strip down for him.

Die for him. She had died for him against Pain and those feelings had not decreased. Instead her love and need of him had only grown.

But she was still the same shy, repressed girl.

Naruto knew how to fix that.

With a single shadow-clone hand-seal, Hinata soon found another Naruto-kun kissing her.

"Tell me." The new Naruto-kun said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He began to whisper into her ear while he played with her engorged nipples.

Meanwhile the original Naruto between her legs blew gently over her needy pussy, keeping her perfectly on the brink of orgasm.

It was as if he was a technician for the female form, able to see and control her pleasure at the very limit.

"Tell me all your desires." The Naruto that was playing with her breasts asked hotly into her ear. "Trust me with everything. All of you, one-hundred percent. I want all of your secret desires. Everything other people don't know. Every slutty little fantasy that goes through your pretty princess mind"

Hinata whimpered forlornly.

She had been raised to repress everything.

But as she felt her lover's fingers trace slowly around the edge of her slick pussy lips. As she felt him once again slowly explore her most sensitive reaches with his tongue, she knew that it was a matter of time until he got what he wanted from her.

Uzumaki Naruto always got what he wanted.