Sand and Sparks
Dust swirled through Konoha's streets under the midday sun, the village alive with its usual clamor. Naruto Uzumaki leaned against a training post, still buzzing from Hinata and Karui's wild threesome, the memory of their heat etched into Jiraiya's book. But Sansuke's shadow and Echo's taunts, "Time's watching" gnawed at him, Kurama's cryptic growl, "Future's creeping in", adding weight to every step. He needed a fight, a distraction, something to shake the unease.
A sharp gust sliced through the stillness, and his grin broke wide as Temari strode into view, her fan slung over her shoulder, blonde hair whipping like a storm. Kankuro trailed behind, smirking faintly. "Hey, Leaf boy!" she called, teal eyes glinting with that fierce spark he craved. "Heard you're knee-deep in rogue crap. Gaara sent us to pull your ass out."
Naruto's pulse kicked up, flashes of their cabin night, clones, her cries flooding back. "Temari! Took you long enough," he said, stepping forward, her scent, sand and spice, hitting him hard. "Things are nuts, Sansuke, Echo, some big move. You in?"
"Always," she shot back, smirking as she closed the gap, her hand grazing his arm, lingering just enough to spark heat. "Missed me?"
"More than you know," he grinned, their chemistry crackling like static. Kankuro coughed, rolling his eyes. "Save the flirting, you two. Tsunade's waiting."
The Hokage's office hummed with tension, maps strewn across the desk beside the Uzumaki scroll and rogue seal. Sasuke, Sakura, and Shikamaru nodded as Temari and Kankuro entered. Tsunade stood tall, voice clipped. "Rogues hit another stash west, same tech, same Sansuke vibe. We're striking their outpost tonight. Naruto, you're lead."
"Got it," Naruto said, fist pumping. "Let's smash 'em."
Temari smirked, nudging him. "Don't screw it up, hero."
Prep stretched into dusk, the team honing plans and edges. During a break, Temari caught Naruto's eye, her teasing grin pulling him aside. "You're wound tight," she said, voice low, her breath hot against his neck as she pressed closer, her curves firm under her gear. "Need to loosen up before we roll?"
He grinned, heat surging. "You offering?" Before she could answer, Tsunade's voice cut through. "Naruto! Temari! Strategy tweak now." Her smirk as they entered said she'd heard, and her eyes glinted wickedly. "Stick around after," she added, quiet for just them. "We've got… business, all three."
The mission kicked off at midnight, the team slipping through the forest toward the rogue outpost... tents, crates, that eerie glow. But Echo struck first, dropping from the canopy, her sound waves slamming Naruto and Temari back. "You again," she purred, dodging Sasuke's kunai with fluid grace. "Sansuke'd love this." She clapped, and a genjutsu snapped over them—Konoha ablaze, ashes falling, a child's voice screaming, "Grandpa!" Naruto saw himself, older, bloodied, a Kāma-marked figure looming then he roared, Kurama's chakra shattering it.
"What the hell?" he gasped, shaking it off, Temari gripping his arm, her eyes fierce. Echo smirked, vanishing as Kankuro's puppets grazed her. "Ask Sansuke," her voice echoed, gone.
The outpost fell fast, Naruto's Rasengans, Temari's wind, Sasuke's blade but the vision lingered, chilling him. Back at the Leaf, dawn breaking, Tsunade summoned them to her quarters. "Good work," she said, locking the door, her kimono slipping loose to bare her toned thighs. "But you're both strung out. Let's fix that."
Temari smirked, stepping closer. "Round two, huh?" Naruto's grin turned feral as Tsunade yanked him in, her lips crashing against his rough, commanding, tongue probing deep. Temari pressed against his back, hands sliding under his shirt, nails grazing his skin. "Clones," Tsunade ordered, voice husky, and Naruto flashed the signs, four more of him shimmering into the room.
The air thickened with lust, the lamplight casting shadows over their tangled bodies. Tsunade straddled a clone, her kimono hiked up, sinking onto its cock with a low, guttural groan, her pussy tight, her hips rolling with unrelenting force. "Fuck, yes," she rasped, riding hard, breasts bouncing free as she clawed the clone's chest, her dominance absolute. The clone thrust up, matching her pace, her juices dripping down its thighs as she chased her peak.
Temari stripped fast, her gear hitting the floor, revealing her sun-kissed skin—full breasts, toned ass, legs that begged to be gripped. She dropped to her knees before Naruto, taking his cock in her mouth—slow, teasing, her tongue swirling around the tip, then plunging deep, gagging as she swallowed him whole. "So big," she mumbled around him, drool spilling, her eyes locked on his with raw hunger. Two clones flanked her, one slamming into her pussy from behind, wet slaps echoing, the other sliding into her ass, stretching her tight hole with a growl. "Take it, Temari," they snarled, their thrusts syncing, her moans muffled by Naruto's dick.
Naruto gripped her hair, fucking her throat, her gags driving him wild, her saliva coated him, her teal eyes watering as she pushed deeper. Tsunade watched, smirking, her clone pounding her harder, her orgasm hitting with a sharp cry.... "Fuck!", her body trembling as she soaked it, the clone vanishing in smoke.
Temari pulled off Naruto, gasping, and climbed onto him, straddling his lap. "Your turn," she purred, guiding his cock to her ass, already slick from the clone. She sank down, slow and deliberate, her tight heat swallowing him inch by inch, a low moan tearing from her throat. "Goddamn, Naruto" she groaned, rocking against him, her pussy dripping onto his thighs as a clone fucked it from below, DP rhythm building.
Tsunade joined, kissing Temari fiercely, their tongues clashing as Naruto thrust up, harder, deeper, Temari's ass clenching tight, her cries rising. "Fill me," she begged, voice raw, and he lost it, his balls tightened, and he roared, slamming into her one last time, cum exploding deep in her ass, thick and hot, pulsing as she shuddered around him. She came too, screaming, her pussy gushing over the clone, her body quaking.
Naruto pulled out, panting, his cock slick and throbbing, cum dripping from Temari's stretched hole. Tsunade smirked, dropping to her knees before him. "My turn," she said, taking him in her mouth... her lips tight, tongue relentless, sucking every last drop. She drained him, gagging slightly as she swallowed, her eyes glinting with satisfaction, milking him dry until he groaned, spent.
Then she knelt behind Temari, who was still trembling on the floor, ass up. Naruto's hot load oozed from her, dripping down her thighs, and Tsunade leaned in, her tongue lapping it up, slow and deliberate, savoring every drop. Temari moaned, weak, as Tsunade's lips grazed her sensitive skin, collecting the sticky mess. She rose, pulling Temari into a deep kiss—mouth-to-mouth, sharing Naruto's cum, their tongues tangling, swallowing it between them, a lewd, shared groan escaping as they broke apart, lips glistening.
"Holy shit," Naruto panted, collapsing back, the clones gone, the room thick with their scent. Tsunade smirked, wiping her mouth. "Better?"
"Fuck yeah," he laughed, breathless. Temari grinned, nudging him. "You're insane and I love it."
He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: A spark from the Sand, a storm with the boss visions haunt the fire. Tsunade peeked, smirking. "Vague, brat." But as they dressed, Kurama growled, "That kid in the vision, yours, brat, and he's trouble. Future's closing in."
Naruto froze, Temari's hand on his shoulder grounding him. "What's up?" she asked, frowning.
"Fox stuff," he muttered, but the genjutsu burned, "Grandpa!" and Sansuke's shadow loomed, a whisper from a time creeping closer.