Beast's Respite
Konoha simmered under a quiet noon, the village's usual clamor dulled in the wake of the rift's turmoil. The Hokage Monument towered above the streets, its carved faces gazing down like solemn watchers as Shizune hastened along the dusty path, her medic bag slung tight over one shoulder. Tsunade's command echoed in her mind, crisp and unyielding, "Check on Naruto, that last battle drained him more than he's letting on." Her sandals clicked against the wooden steps of his apartment complex, the faint aroma of miso broth drifting from a nearby stall, a fleeting comfort against the weight of her task. She reached his door, knocked once, waited, then sighed when silence answered. "Naruto?" Her voice hung soft in the still air. She pushed the door, hinges creaking loud in the hush, stepping into the dim room beyond.
Naruto sat cross-legged in the center, shirtless, sweat beading on his skin, glinting faintly in the slanted light. A subtle orange glow pulsed around him, Kurama's chakra rippling like a living flame, the air dense with its raw power. Beside him lay Jiraiya's book, pages splayed open, fresh ink scrawled in jagged lines, "Timelines twist, gods rise, I am the root." Shizune knelt at his side, her breath catching at his stillness. "Naruto?" No flicker, no stir. His chest rose and fell, slow, deep, locked in a meditative trance, or something more profound. She pressed two fingers to his neck, his pulse beat strong, steady, yet distant, as if his spirit had plunged far beyond reach. "Come on, wake up," she urged, shaking his shoulder gently, then firmer. His head stayed bowed, unmoving. "Tsunade'll have my head if I don't bring you around," she muttered, leaning closer, her hand lingering on his warm skin.
A growl rumbled through the room, low, resonant, shaking the floorboards. Naruto's eyes snapped open, gold and slit, Kurama's feral grin stretching his face, fangs catching the light. "Back so soon, little medic, missed the thrill of dancing with a demon?" Shizune jolted, stumbled back, her hands darting to her kunai pouch on reflex. "Kurama, I, Tsunade-sama sent me to check on Naruto's condition," she stammered, voice faltering under his gaze. He chuckled, a dark, rolling sound, rising to his feet with Naruto's body, shoulders flexing, tails of crimson chakra flickering into being behind him. "Maybe, but, you knew exactly whose den you'd find," he said, his tone thick with amusement. "Tsunade's lapdog, scurrying back to the fox, brave, horny, or just stupid?"
Her throat tightened, cheeks flushing. "I'm just following orders," she managed, stepping back, her heel brushing the wall. Kurama prowled closer, Naruto's form moving with a predator's grace, the heat of his chakra prickling her skin. "Orders, sure, that stutter says otherwise," he teased, leaning in, his breath warm against her face. "Last time we crossed, you bolted, tail tucked, now you're here, pressed to my walls, begging with those shaky breaths." She pressed harder against the wood, "I didn't mean to," her words faltered, he loomed, "Enough talk," his chakra flared, crimson tendrils lashed out, pinning her wrists above her head, her gasp sharp as his claw trailed down her collarbone, slicing fabric with a whisper. "Let's see how honest you are when your body speaks."
Her medic coat thudded to the floor, his growl deepened, guttural, reverberating like the earth splitting open. Chakra coiled around her wrists, thick, molten, binding her to the wall with effortless strength, the scent of smoldering embers filling her lungs. "You humans," he mused, dragging a claw down her shirt, "always so fragile, one tug, you unravel." The fabric parted with a sharp rip, baring her chest, her nipples hardened in the cool air, pebbling under his stare. He smirked, tracing a finger around one stiff peak, her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine. "Already reacting," his voice purred, dark, taunting, "and you claim you didn't come for this."
Shizune's pulse hammered, "I, I didn't," she protested, Kurama's hand clamped her throat, firm, not choking, just enough to draw a gasp. "Liar," he growled, "your body betrays you," his other hand slid lower, hooking her skirt's waistband, a claw sliced through, her panties split, damp heat exposed, glistening in the dim light. He inhaled deep, grin widening, "Pathetic," his finger dragged through her folds, slow, deliberate, "dripping before I've even touched you proper." She whimpered, hips jerking forward, seeking more, he chuckled, "Greedy little thing."
With a snarl, he tore Naruto's pants open, freeing his cock, thick, veined, leaking at the tip, a faint glow of chakra pulsing along its length, inhuman, searing. Shizune's mouth dried at the sight, heat radiating in waves, he gripped her hips, "You'll take every inch," he growled, "and scream while you do." No pause, no mercy, he thrust, burying himself to the hilt, her back arched, a broken cry tore from her lips, her walls stretched tight, too much, not enough, all at once. He pulled back, slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm, her toes curled, nails scraped the wall, "F-fuck," she gasped, he demanded, "Louder," claws dug into her thighs, yanking her closer, driving deeper, "let the village hear who owns you now."
Her cries spilled, high, desperate, each thrust punched them out, breasts bounced wild, her clit throbbed, aching, he noticed, a tail lashed out, wrapped her thigh, its tip teased her swollen bud, tight, merciless circles, "Ah, Kurama," her vision whited, pleasure exploded, walls clamped hard, spasming, he laughed, low, dark, "Already," pistoning through her climax, prolonging it, her screams echoed, he flipped her, bent her over the table, ass up, fisted her hair, yanked her head back, thrust deeper, the angle sparked stars, "M-more," she sobbed, voice raw.
"Beg," he ordered, breath hot on her ear, "beg like the needy bitch you are," she didn't hesitate, "Please, please, Kurama, more," he snapped his hips, table legs screeched, she came again, screaming, convulsing, he fucked her through it, his release building, "Gonna fill you," he growled, pace erratic, "mark you inside, let 'em know whose cum drips out," a final thrust, buried deep, his cock pulsed, spilling hot, thick, her legs buckled, he held her, claws biting her skin, she shuddered, panting, he pulled out slow, watched his seed leak, drip down her thighs, "Good girl," he murmured, thumbed the mess, pressed it to her lips, "clean it."
A shadow shifted, Sakura stood at the door, green eyes wide, breath caught, Kurama's head turned, grin curled, "Well, well, two for the price of one," Shizune's voice trembled, "S-Sakura," Sakura stepped back, pale, "I, Tsunade sent me to check on Naruto," Kurama growled, "Liar, you smelled the heat, didn't you, come in, pinky, let's hear you scream," his cock twitched, ready, the room pulsed, thick with sex and chakra.
Naruto's mind stirred, faint, the pendant glowed, Boruto's words lingered, "I'm your Madara," Shizune slumped, Sakura hesitated, Kurama's grin held, a beast unbound.