Ravine of Revelations
The moon hung low over the forest west of Konoha, casting jagged shadows across the ravine as Naruto Uzumaki led his team through the underbrush. Sasuke moved silently to his right, katana sheathed but ready, his eyes scanning the dark. Sakura flanked left, her fists clenched, tension still simmering from their unspoken rift. Shikamaru, Temari, and Kankuro fanned out behind, their steps quiet but purposeful. Tsunade's orders echoed in Naruto's mind, "Strike the outpost, get answers" but Echo's genjutsu vision from the night before burned hotter: Konoha ablaze, a child's cry "Grandpa!" and that Kāma-marked figure. Kurama's grow "Future's closing in", only deepened the unease.
"Eyes up," Naruto whispered, voice low and steady. "They're here same vibe as Sansuke and Echo." Temari caught his gaze, her smirk faint but fierce, their steamy threesome with Tsunade still a fresh spark between them. She hefted her fan, nodding. "Let's make it quick, Leaf boy."
The ravine opened below, a rogue base nestled in its depths, tents flickering with torchlight, crates stacked high with weapons and that eerie, glowing tech. Shadows moved among them, sharp and alert. Shikamaru crouched, pointing. "Ten, maybe twelve. Too organized for random thugs."
"Doesn't matter," Sasuke said, voice cold. "We end this."
Naruto grinned, cracking his knuckles. "My kinda plan." He flashed hand signs, "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" and a dozen clones erupted, charging down the slope with Rasengans spinning. The camp exploded into chaos, rogues shouting, kunai flying, jutsu igniting the night. Temari's fan snapped open, a gale tearing through, shredding tents as Kankuro's puppets darted in, strings snapping with lethal precision. Sasuke's blade flashed, cutting down a rogue mid-jutsu, while Sakura's punch cratered the earth, scattering foes.
But then Echo dropped from the cliffs, her cloak billowing, gray eyes glinting behind her mask. "Uzumaki," she purred, clapping her hands, sound waves slammed Naruto and Sasuke back, the air rippling. "Sansuke'd be proud." She dodged Sasuke's Chidori, her agility unnatural, and turned on Naruto, a smirk in her voice. "Let's see if you're worth it."
Naruto roared, Kurama's chakra flaring orange around him, claws slashing, she danced away, her jutsu cracking the ground. Sasuke flanked her, their teamwork seamless, but she held her own, taunting, "He said you'd fight like this—reckless, fierce." A rogue lunged from the side... an older man, cloaked, his presence heavy, unleashing shadow beasts from a dark scroll, their snarls echoing. Naruto's Rasengan tore through one, but the leader vanished in a portal swirl, barking, "The future's set!"
Echo smirked, tossing something at Naruto's feet, a pendant, Uzumaki spiral etched with "For Saruto" then clapped again, vanishing as Kankuro's puppet grazed her. The rogues fell fast after, outnumbered, but the pendant burned in Naruto's hand, that name 'Saruto', chilling him. "Who the hell is this?" he muttered, pocketing it as the team regrouped, panting.
"Too close," Sakura said, brushing dirt off. "They're not just testing us... they're planning."
Sasuke nodded, wiping his blade. "That leader, he's the key. And her... Echo
... she knows too much."
Temari nudged Naruto, her grin returning. "Nice moves, hero. Still alive for me." Her tease cut through the tension, and he laughed, the pendant's weight easing, just a bit.
Back at Konoha, dawn creeping in, the team dispersed, but Temari pulled Naruto aside near a secluded cave by the ravine's edge. "You're still wired," she said, voice low, her hand sliding up his chest, fingers tracing his scars through his torn jacket. "Victory deserves a reward."
He grinned, heat surging... her closeness, her scent, sand and sweat... igniting him. "You sure? After last night?" But her lips crashed against his, fierce and hungry, silencing doubt. "Shut up and fuck me," she growled, shoving him against the cave wall, her gear hitting the ground as she stripped, revealing her sun-kissed body, those breasts, taut stomach, ass begging to be gripped.
Naruto's jacket fell, his hands roaming her curves.. squeezing her boobs, thumbs brushing her hard nipples, then sliding down to grip her hips. She yanked his pants open, freeing his cock... thick, pulsing, already leaking and dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth. "Fuck, Temari," he groaned, her tongue swirling, lips stretching as she sucked hard, slow, savoring him. Her eyes locked on his, teal and wild, as she bobbed deeper, gagging slightly, drool dripping down her chin.
"More," he rasped, tangling a hand in her hair, thrusting... her throat tightened, her moans vibrating, driving him wild. But she pulled off, gasping, and turned, bracing against the wall, ass up. "Now," she demanded, spreading herself, her pussy glistening, her hole tight and ready.
He didn't wait, slamming into her pussy first, wet and hot, her cry echoing as he pounded her, the cave amplifying the slap of skin. "Harder," she begged, and he pulled out, lining up with her ass—pushing in slow, stretching her, her groan raw as he sank deep. "Goddamn, you're tight," he growled, thrusting slow, then fast, her ass clenching around him, her nails clawing moss from the stone.
"Clones," she panted, and he flashed the signs... two more Narutos shimmered in, one sliding into her pussy, the other fucking her mouth. DP rhythm hit hard—her body rocked between them, muffled screams around the clone's cock, her juices dripping as the second clone pounded her. "Take it," they snarled, syncing thrusts... her ass, her pussy, her throat filled, trembling with every slam.
"Fuck.... Temari...." Naruto groaned, the real him gripping her hips, slamming deeper into her ass, her tightness, her heat pushing him over. "Gonna cum," he warned, and she moaned, "Inside... do it." He lost it, roaring as he buried himself, thick ropes of cum exploding deep in her ass, hot, pulsing, filling her as she shuddered, her own orgasm hitting, pussy gushing over the clone below.
The clones vanished, and she slumped against the wall, panting, Naruto's load dripping from her ass, white and sticky down her thighs. He caught his breath, grinning. "Victory tastes good."
She laughed, hoarse, turning to kiss him—slow, fierce. "Damn right."
He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: A ravine falls, a name burns, fire claims the dark. But Kurama growled, "That pendant... Saruto, he's yours, brat, and he's coming." Naruto froze, the pendant heavy in his pocket, Temari's warmth grounding him as Sansuke's shadow and now Saruto's loomed closer.