This choice: Forget the masks for now, it's time for some quality time together. • Go Back...Chapter #7Forget the masks for now, it's time for som... by: Redhed   Hinata made to speak and Naruto growled, unable to contain himself. The mask in his hands flew onto the bed and the real Hinata followed a moment later, still clutching Naruto's mask, with a surprised help. That turned into a sexual moan as Naruto's weight pressed down on ber, his broad chest squishing her bosom, the tip of his manhood brushing, insistent and demanding, against her lips through layers of clothing she suddenly found constricting and unbearable.
Their lovemaking was intense and wild. Hinata's nails carved crimson lines across his back as he thrust into her for all of his worth and she thrust her hip towards and up to take in more and more of him. Her legs locked around his waist and their eyes met feverishly, blue mirroring into white, as she erupted into her first orgasm. It wasn't the last, for while this kind of intimacy was still a new thing for them, Naruto's Uzumaki's vitality, a life as a jinchuriki and some sexual applications of wind chakra more than made up for relative inexperience.
He took her, again and again, until she couldn't distinguish up from down, or where she finished and he began.
At some point, her wandering hands left his muscles and touched the masks, which had been shoved nearly off the bed by their antics. How long it had been, Hinata didn't know how much time had passed, Naruto's grunts, moans and mumbled words of love blurring together. It wasn't like she didn't think, rather she couldn't, and so ber body moved on her own.
Surging, she took his lips for her own, devouring them, tongue lancing and knotting in a endless duel. Then she pressed her mask, the one she knew was her mask, onto his bemused face, and lowered his on hers.
If she'd been told before she didn't know true ecstasy after making love with Naruto time and time again, she would have probably laughed. Oh, how wrong was she.
The mask latched on her face like it belonged there, tendrils expanding to wrap around the rest of her head and dig softly into her skin. Naruto's chakra, thundering like an ocean, surge into her, saturating her pathways beyond capacity and when that was reached, it spilled. Her body rocked as every cell of her body reshaped, muscles lengthening, bones strengthening. Her frame thickened and became broader, rippling muscles replacing soft curves and elegant nobility with a scruffier, manlier shape.
Somewhere in the distance, she could hear someone gasp, then moan, then shriek, and the pounding of Naruto's manhood into her slowed, shrunk, and then disappeared. A terrible sense of longing sparked, then abated as pressure unlike any she ever experience built up in her loins, focused and aggressive. At the same time, chakra enveloped ber brain like a cocoon, pouring in more than memories. An alien sense of self was embedded deep into her thoughts and then strengthened by mannerisms, memories and behaviours that she recognized as Naruto's, but not entirely. A second voice spoke up in her head, confusing her for long moments that might as well have been an eternity, as 'Hinata' and 'Naruto' contended supremacy over her mind, coming to a stalemate.
It would have never been broken if the pressure in her loins wasn't suddenly engulfed by a warm, wet pressure that slowly, painstakingly slowly descended to engulf it to the root. Hinata groaned, but it wasn't her voice she heard. That she heard next, when a sensual, rapt moan reached her ears and ber eyes, which jad remained firmly screwed shut until that moment, flew open.
She saw herself, another Hinata, writhing in her lap stark naked, perspiration giving her pale, bountiful flesh an enticing glisten. The other Hinata's head was tossed back on her nect ,her mouth half open and moaning as her hips moved seemingly of their own accord, grinding up that beautiful body, a body that screamed to be taken, up and down her... cock.
The 'Naruto' in Hinata's mind surged forward and took control as a feral growl erupted from Hinata's lips, and his hands, wide and calloused and caring, grabbed full bottocks and kneaded the firm, gravity defying breasts that bounced up and down with every motion. Hinata's hips thrust upwards, falling into a quick, demanding pace, and his efforts were awarded as the walls of the other Hinata's vagina squeezed and clamped down. The 'Naruto' in her roared, and Hinata took the woman's lips for his own, his tongue a spear, and then with a deft motion rolled them over until he was on top.
The other Hinata's legs locked around his waist as if to trap him inside her forever and the spikes of pain of her nails across his back threatened to send him over. Hinata persevered, covering the neck of the woman under him with kisses and bites as he thrust into her flooding sex as if his life depended on it. One of his hands found the small of her waist and lifted it: the other Hinata cried out in rapture as he poked her cervix, her sex clamping down impossibly tight as her body rocked and shook as she came. That finally sent him over the top and he exploded into her without stopping, until he ached and she squirmed and the both of them were gasping for breath.
Their eyes met feverishly and just a little shocked. Blue reflected into white, then Hinata took her lips as his own for one last time and they collapsed in exhaustion one in the arms of the other, their bodies still joined.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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