Tangled Ties
Rain lashed Konoha's streets, a steady drumbeat against the rooftops as Naruto slumped in his apartment, the shrine's recording echoing in his mind: "The blood returns, time's curse in tow." The "Saruto" pendant sat on his table, its Uzumaki spiral glinting under the lamplight, Kurama's growl from the shed still fresh: "Saruto's your shadow, closer now." Sansuke's clone, Echo's taunts, the rogue tech, all threads tying back to him, his blood, a future he couldn't grasp.
A knock broke his haze, Hinata at his door, her dark hair damp, lavender eyes soft with concern. "Naruto-kun," she said, stepping in, her gi clinging to her curves from the rain, "you've been quiet since the shrine, I wanted to check on you." Temari followed, smirking, her fan propped against the wall, "He's brooding, needs a kick."
Naruto managed a grin, their presence easing the weight. "Just thinking, that recording, Saruto, it's messing with me." He rubbed his neck, the pendant's chill lingering, "Kurama says he's my shadow, my blood, what's that even mean?"
Hinata sat beside him, hand on his, "We'll figure it out, together." Temari leaned against the table, teal eyes glinting, "Yeah, but you're wound tight, hero, let us help."
He exhaled, their warmth pulling him in, "You two, always trouble, huh?" Hinata smiled, shy yet bold, kissing his cheek, "Maybe the good kind." Temari chuckled, sliding closer, "Definitely the good kind," her lips grazed his ear, sparking heat.
The room shifted, tension melting into desire, Hinata's gi slipped open, revealing her pale skin, breasts full, nipples hard from the chill, Temari stripped fast, her sun-kissed body bared, toned curves glistening with raindrops. Naruto shed his shirt, pants hitting the floor, cock thick, pulsing, their eyes locked on him, wild, hungry.
Hinata knelt first, "Let me," she murmured, voice soft, sultry, taking him in her mouth, lips tight, sucking slow, her tongue swirled, teasing the tip, then deeper, gagging as she swallowed him, drool spilling, her lavender eyes watering, locked on his. "Fuck, Hinata," he groaned, hand in her hair, thrusting gentle, then firm, her throat clenched, moans vibrating, wet, messy sounds filling the air.
Temari smirked, joining her, "My turn," she growled, nudging Hinata aside, her mouth took him deeper, fiercer, gagging hard, saliva dripping as she sucked, her tongue danced along his shaft, Hinata's hands cupped his balls, rolling them, their lips met around him, tongues clashing, sharing him, hot, slick chaos, their moans blending, driving him wild.
"Goddamn," he rasped, pulling them up, kissing Hinata deep, tasting himself, then Temari, fierce, tongues thrusting, he pushed them onto the bed, Hinata on her back, legs spread, pussy dripping, Temari straddling her face, "Eat her," he ordered, Hinata obeyed, tongue plunging into Temari's wet slit, sucking her clit, Temari's moan loud, rocking against her.
Naruto slid into Hinata's pussy, tight, hot, her cry muffled as he thrust, slow, then fast, gripping her hips, pounding deep—Temari's hands squeezed Hinata's breasts, pinching her nipples, her own pussy pulsed under Hinata's tongue, juices dripping onto her face. "More," Temari gasped, Naruto flashed hand signs, clones shimmered in, one fucked Temari's pussy from behind, another her ass, her scream sharp as they synced, DP rhythm brutal, relentless.
Hinata's walls clenched, "Naruto-kun!" she moaned, Temari's tongue flicked her clit, their bodies rocked together—Naruto thrust harder, Hinata's pussy soaking him, Temari's ass, pussy filled, trembling, "Fuck, yes!" she cried, her orgasm hit, gushing over Hinata's lips, Hinata came too, shuddering, pussy pulsing, Naruto groaned, pulling out, cum spilling across them both, thick, hot, dripping down their skin, clones vanished, leaving them tangled, panting.
"Fuck, you two," he laughed, breathless, collapsing beside them, Hinata nuzzled his chest, "You're amazing," Temari smirked, "We're a team." He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: Ties bind, flames twist, time's shadow looms.
A knock jolted them, Sasuke, voice tight through the door, "Naruto, now, it's Shikamaru." They dressed fast, rushing out... Sasuke's face grim, "Echo took him, left this," a note in his hand: *Bring the book, or he's gone.*
Naruto's gut dropped, the pendant's weight doubled, Kurama growled, "They're pushing you, brat, Saruto's game's starting." Temari gripped his arm, Hinata's eyes steeled, Sasuke's Sharingan flared, Sakura joined, desperate edge sharpening, "We get him back."
Naruto nodded, "No one takes my team," the book clutched tight, Sansuke's future whispering closer, Saruto's shadow pressing in.