Shrine of Shadows
A steady drizzle soaked the forest north of Konoha, the gray sky casting a muted glow over the trees as Naruto Uzumaki led his team toward an Uzumaki shrine, its weathered pillars rising from the mist like relics of a forgotten age. Sasuke walked at his side, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, Sharingan flickering with quiet intensity. Sakura followed a pace behind, her green eyes clouded, her steps heavy with the weight of last night's chaos under Kurama's control. Shikamaru trudged alongside Temari and Kankuro, their damp gear clinking softly, the rogue trail from Kurotsuchi's intel pulling them deeper into the unknown.
Naruto's hand brushed the "Saruto" pendant in his pocket, its spiral cool against his skin, Kurama's growl from the border fight ringing in his ears: *"Sansuke's from ahead, Saruto's next.", Echo's taunt..."Sent back to test you", itched at him, the shrine's promise of clues a fire driving his steps. "Keep it tight," he said, voice low, slicing through the rain's patter. "This place, it's got answers, Sansuke, Saruto, the works."
Temari tilted her head, fan slung across her back, a sly grin tugging her lips. "Hope it's got a fight too, I'm restless."
Shikamaru squinted at the shrine's entrance, its stone arch etched with faded Uzumaki seals. "Old markings, but, that rogue tech's here, I can smell it. Strange combo."
They stepped inside, the air heavy with mildew and faint chakra hums, shadows stretching long across the cracked floor. Crates lined the walls, their glowing contents pulsing softly, rogue handiwork unmistakable, until a trap triggered, stone slabs slammed down, splitting the team. Naruto and Temari landed in a narrow hall, a shadow flickering ahead, Sansuke's clone, dark hair damp, Leaf headband glinting, his voice low, chilling: "Saruto's counting on us."
Naruto's eyes narrowed, "Who's Saruto?" he snapped, charging with a Rasengan spinning bright, blue light flaring against the gloom. The clone parried with a kunai, swift, precise, Temari's wind gust roared past, shredding its form, but its fading words lingered: "He's your blood, Uzumaki."
In a parallel chamber, Sasuke, Sakura, and Shikamaru faced Echo, her cloak dripping, gray eyes sharp behind her mask. "Back for more?" she teased, clapping her hands, sound waves rattled the walls, cracking stone. Sasuke lunged, Chidori sparking, his blade grazing her arm as Sakura's fist smashed the floor, sending rubble flying. Shikamaru's shadow tendrils snaked up, catching her ankle, pinning her, Sasuke's sword pressed to her throat. "Saruto, who is he?" he demanded, voice icy.
She smirked, blood trickling from her lip, "Future's son," then clapped once more, vanishing in a ripple of sound, leaving dust and silence.
The slabs lifted, the team reunited in the shrine's heart, breath ragged, a sealed vault creaking open at the chamber's end. Its walls shimmered with Uzumaki spirals, a faint recording crackled to life, an elder's voice, gravelly, ancient: "The blood returns, time's curse in tow." Naruto's stomach knotted, Kurama's growl rumbling low: "That's your line, brat, twisted ahead."
Back at the Leaf, rain drumming steady, Naruto and Temari ducked into a crumbling shed near the shrine's edge, her grin wicked as she kicked the door shut. "You're strung out," she said, voice husky, shoving him against the splintered wall, her soaked gear peeling off fast, revealing her sun-bronzed skin, breasts full, nipples stiff from the chill, ass curved and firm. Naruto's pulse raced, her scent, sand, rain, sweat, sparking heat, he shed his jacket, pants dropping, cock hard, thick, twitching with need.
She lunged, lips crashing into his, fierce, tongue thrusting deep, tasting rain and salt, her hands tore at his shirt, nails raking his chest as she sank to her knees. "Fuck me with your mouth first," she growled, gripping his cock, stroking once, then swallowing him whole, lips tight, sucking hard, her tongue danced along his shaft, swirling the tip, gagging as she took him deeper, drool spilling over her chin, her teal eyes blazing up at him, wild, unyielding.
"Goddamn, Temari," he groaned, hand fisting her wet hair, thrusting slow, then fast, her throat clenched, her moans vibrated against him, wet, messy sounds bouncing off the wooden walls. She pulled off, gasping, saliva glistening, then spun, bending over a crate, ass up, "Now, fuck me here," she demanded, spreading herself, pussy dripping, her tight hole begging.
He stepped in, slamming into her pussy first, hot, slick, her cry sharp, echoing as he gripped her hips, pounding deep, the crate creaking under her weight, "Harder, Uzumaki!" she snarled, rocking back, he pulled out, lined up with her ass, pushed in slow, stretching her, her moan raw, guttural as he sank balls-deep, thrusting fast, relentless, her ass clenched tight, trembling with every slam.
"More," she panted, he flashed hand signs, two clones shimmered in, one slid beneath, fucking her pussy, wet slaps syncing with his rhythm, the other claimed her mouth, her screams muffled as she sucked, gagging hard, juices dripped from her pussy, coating the clone's thighs. "Take it all," Naruto growled, clones matching his pace, her body rocked between them, ass, pussy, throat filled, her cries choked, desperate, her orgasm building fast.
"Gonna fill you," he rasped, slamming deep into her ass, hot, thick cum erupted, pulsing inside her, her tight heat milking him as she came, pussy gushing over the clone below, her scream torn free as the clone in her mouth vanished, she slumped, cum dripping from her ass, thighs slick, trembling.
Naruto panted, clones gone, pulling her up, kissing her slow, fierce, "You're a storm," he grinned, breathless.
She smirked, hoarse, "You're the thunder."
He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: Shrine crumbles, fire rages, blood whispers through time. Kurama growled, "Saruto's your shadow, brat, closer now." Naruto stiffened, Temari's warmth anchoring him as Sansuke's future, and Saruto's echo, pressed nearer.