Naruto barely had time to catch his breath.
Kagami had melted into him, warm and satisfied, her body draped over his like a lazy cat. But before he could speak, another presence loomed over him—sharper, more dangerous.
Sasuko Uchiha.
Her crimson eyes burned down at him, filled with something volatile—hunger, yes, but something harder too. Frustration. Possession. Lust wrapped in pride.
"Tch. You let her go first," she muttered, glaring at Kagami's flushed, sticky thighs still wrapped around his lap. "She marked you before I could."
Kagami chuckled lazily, not even looking up. "Maybe you should've moved faster, princess."
Sasuko's fists clenched, but she didn't take the bait. Instead, she stepped forward, straddled Naruto's lap once Kagami dismounted, and shoved him against the tree again.
"No more talking," she said, cheeks red. "Just shut up and use that filthy chakra on me too."
Her lips crashed into his.
It wasn't sweet. It was war.
Their tongues clashed, teeth clinking, breath ragged as Sasuko pinned his wrists above his head. She ground her soaked shorts against him, groaning when she felt how ready he still was.
"You're addicted," Naruto panted when they broke apart.
"Shut up," she hissed.
Then she stood, dropped her shorts and panties in one fluid motion, and straddled him again—this time skin-to-skin. Her folds brushed the tip of his cock, already slick and trembling.
"Watch closely, Kagami," Sasuko growled over her shoulder. "This is how an Uchiha fucks."
Then she sank down on him—hard.
Naruto gasped, hands flying to her hips, but Sasuko rode him with no hesitation. Her rhythm was fast, angry, desperate. Her inner walls clenched so tightly around him it was like she was trying to wring out his soul.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Their bodies collided over and over, her breasts bouncing freely now, sweat dripping down her toned torso. Her hair whipped behind her as she bounced, gasping his name between curses.
"You bastard—hah—making me want this—making me need this!"
Naruto couldn't respond. He was lost in the way she clenched, in the heat of her body, in the fiery dominance she tried—and failed—to keep in check.
And then her chakra spiked.
Her Sharingan activated mid-ride, glowing in the dim light as she locked eyes with him.
"Look at me, Naruto," she growled. "Don't look away."
He didn't.
And when he came—deep inside her, pulsing, moaning—she screamed, throwing her head back in climax, chakra flaring wildly as her body convulsed around him.
Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, and she collapsed against his chest, still trembling.
Naruto's fingers ran weakly through her hair.
"Damn, Sasuko… that was…"
"…Shut up," she murmured, pressing her lips to his throat. "Just… shut up and hold me."
In the distance, from the shadows, Itachika watched.
Her eyes glowed with a quiet, dangerous hunger. She had waited. Let the others lose control. But now… the time had come.
"They're too soft," she thought. "Next time, I take him."