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Hinata’s Diplomatic Sacrifice
Hinata x Raikage
Naruto
Personal Story
The morning sun hung low over Konoha, casting long shadows across the Hokage Tower as the village stirred to life. Raikage Ay had arrived unannounced—or at least, with far less ceremony than the diplomatic schedule had promised. His small entourage from the Hidden Cloud—two stoic jonin and a handful of armored guards—marched in lockstep behind him, their heavy boots thudding against the stone paths like distant thunder. Ay himself dominated the courtyard, a towering seven-foot wall of dark muscle wrapped in the open white vest that left his sculpted chest and abs on full display. The gold chains around his neck glinted, and his bald head gleamed under the light. His golden eyes scanned the Hokage’s aides with the same intensity he once reserved for battlefield opponents.
Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, met them at the main gates with his usual grin, orange Hokage cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. “Yo, Raikage! Didn’t expect you this early, but hey—welcome back to Konoha! The meeting room’s all set up. We’ve got tea, maps, the works. Let’s talk alliance like old times, yeah?”
Ay’s deep, booming voice cut through the air like a lightning strike. “Uzumaki. Skip the pleasantries. I’m not here for small talk with you.” He folded his massive arms, the muscles in his forearms rippling. “I want the Hyūga woman. Hinata Uzumaki. Only her. Bring her to the chamber now, or these talks end before they begin.”
The courtyard went still. Naruto’s smile faltered for half a second, his blue eyes narrowing. “Hinata? C’mon, Raikage, she’s not even on the diplomatic roster. I’m the Hokage. We’ve handled this stuff together for years. Whatever you need to say—”
“Only her,” Ay repeated, louder, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Or the Cloud walks. Your choice, Hokage.”
Naruto’s jaw tightened. He knew Ay well enough from the war—stubborn as a bull, twice as dangerous when he dug in. But this was new. Personal. And the way the Raikage’s gaze had flicked toward the tower windows, almost expectant… it sat wrong in Naruto’s gut. Still, the alliance was fragile. Border skirmishes with rogue factions had everyone on edge, and Konoha needed the Cloud’s resources. He exhaled through his nose, forcing his grin back into place.
“Fine. Give me a minute. Guys, show the Raikage and his team to the private chamber. The big one on the third floor—soundproofed, secure.” As the aides scrambled to obey, Naruto turned on his heel and strode inside, his cloak snapping behind him.
Hinata Uzumaki was waiting in the hallway just off the main offices, a stack of neatly folded reports in her arms. She looked every bit the graceful mother and wife she had become—long, silky indigo hair cascading down her back in soft waves, a few strands framing her gentle face. Her pale lavender Byakugan eyes were calm and kind, though a faint nervousness lingered in the way she smoothed the front of her outfit. The loose white sweater clung softly to her voluptuous figure, stretched just enough over her heavy, full breasts to hint at the generous curves motherhood had blessed her with. A light lavender jacket layered over it, and her tight black pants hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, tapering down to simple sandals. She smelled faintly of vanilla and warm milk, a scent that always seemed to follow her these days.
Naruto spotted her immediately and pulled her aside into a quiet alcove, his hand gentle but urgent on her elbow. The hallway was empty enough that their voices wouldn’t carry far, but he kept his tone low anyway.
“Hinata,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with that familiar sheepish energy. “Look, the Raikage’s being… well, he’s being Ay. He’s refusing to talk to anyone but you. Says the talks collapse if it’s not you in there. I told him I’d handle it, but he’s dug in like a stubborn old bull. You don’t have to do this, y’know? He’s intense. Always has been. I can go in there myself, smooth it over like I always do. You’ve got Himawari’s training session later, and Boruto’s probably causing chaos somewhere—”
Hinata’s soft smile bloomed immediately, the kind that had melted his heart since they were genin. She set the reports down on a nearby ledge and reached up, placing a delicate hand on his whiskered cheek. Her touch was warm, reassuring—the same gentle strength she’d shown him through every battle, every late night at the office, every moment raising their children.
“It’s all right, Naruto-kun,” she murmured, her voice like a quiet spring breeze, laced with that familiar shy lilt even after all these years. “You’ve sacrificed so much for the village. For all of us. Let me do this one thing. I… I want to help. Just like you always do.”
Naruto searched her eyes, his expression softening even as worry creased his brow. “Hinata-chan… you’re amazing, y’know that? But Ay’s not the guy he was during the war. He’s sharper now. Demanding. If he tries anything funny—”
“I’ll be fine,” she insisted softly, though a faint blush crept up her pale cheeks. Inside, her heart fluttered like a caged bird. “He’s right… the Raikage has always been so overwhelming. So loud, so… large.” Memories flickered through her mind—her shy genin days, stammering confessions and averted gazes; the war, where she’d fought beside Naruto with everything she had; the quiet years after, becoming a wife, a mother, her body changing in ways that still sometimes made her self-conscious in the mirror. But she had grown. She was Hinata Uzumaki now. For the village. For her family. For Naruto. She could face this.
She leaned in, pressing a quick, tender kiss to his lips. “I’ll come find you the moment it’s over. Promise.”
Naruto sighed, pulling her into a brief, warm hug—his arms strong around her softer frame. “Alright. But if he so much as raises his voice wrong, you signal me. I’ll be right outside. Love you, Hinata.”
“Love you too, Naruto-kun,” she whispered back, her voice steady despite the knot of nerves twisting in her stomach.
With one last reassuring nod, she turned and walked down the hallway toward the third-floor chamber. Her sandals made soft sounds against the polished floor, and she adjusted her lavender jacket absently, tugging the white sweater a little straighter over her chest. The faint, familiar warmth there reminded her of Himawari’s last feeding that morning—another quiet part of her life she kept private. She took a slow breath, activating her Byakugan just enough to steady her nerves, the veins around her eyes pulsing faintly before fading.
The door to the private diplomacy chamber was already ajar, a pair of Cloud guards standing at attention outside. They stepped aside without a word as she approached. Hinata pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn over the tall windows to keep the morning glare at bay. A large oak desk dominated the center, scattered with maps, scrolls, and two untouched cups of steaming tea. The air felt thicker here, charged somehow, like the static before a storm.
Raikage Ay was already seated behind the desk in the high-backed chair, his massive frame making the furniture look almost comically small. His open white vest hung loose, exposing the deep ridges of his abs and the powerful swell of his pectorals. Those golden eyes lifted the moment she entered, locking onto her with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. He didn’t stand. He simply leaned back, one thick arm draped over the back of the chair, and let his gaze travel openly—down the length of her indigo hair, across the soft swell of her sweater, lingering on the way the fabric clung to her curves, then lower to the tight black pants hugging her hips and thighs.
“Hinata Uzumaki,” he rumbled, his voice low and resonant, carrying the same commanding boom even in this quieter tone. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Good. You came. Sit.”
Hinata closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet space. She offered a polite bow, hands clasped neatly in front of her, cheeks already warming under his stare. “Raikage-sama,” she said softly, her voice gentle and measured, exactly as it had been in a hundred village meetings before. “Thank you for agreeing to discuss the alliance. Hokage-sama and I both appreciate your time. Shall we begin with the border proposals?”
She moved toward the chair opposite him, her movements graceful despite the way her heart hammered. The air between them already felt heavy, his presence filling the room like a living force. Ay’s eyes never left her as she sat, the wooden chair creaking faintly under her. He didn’t reach for the maps. Not yet.
Instead, he let the silence stretch just long enough to make her shift slightly, her hands folding in her lap.
“This is going to be an… interesting conversation,” he said, voice dropping a fraction, golden eyes gleaming. “Let’s see just how committed Konoha really is.”
Hinata met his gaze steadily, a soft, determined smile on her lips even as a quiet unease stirred in her chest. “For the village” she reminded herself silently, fingers tightening just a little in her lap. “I can do this. Just like Naruto-kun would.”
The door had clicked shut behind her. The meeting had begun.
Hinata sat gracefully in the chair opposite the Raikage, smoothing her lavender jacket over her lap with a soft, practiced motion. The large oak desk between them felt like both a shield and a flimsy barrier all at once. She reached for one of the scrolls, unrolling it with steady fingers despite the way her pulse quickened under his unrelenting golden stare. The faint scent of vanilla and warm milk clung to her skin, a quiet reminder of the life she had built beyond these walls—Himawari’s sleepy morning feeds, Boruto’s chaotic energy, Naruto’s warm laughter at the dinner table. She pushed those thoughts down firmly.
“Raikage-sama,” she began in her soft, polite voice, the gentle lilt carrying the same quiet determination she had shown since her genin days, “the Hokage and I reviewed the latest proposals in detail. The northern trade routes have seen increased activity from rogue nin, but with joint patrols between Konoha and Kumogakure, we believe we can secure the borders effectively. We’re prepared to offer additional Hyūga reconnaissance support if the Cloud would be willing to share intelligence on the western passes. Naruto-kun believes this could strengthen our alliance tenfold.”
Ay leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his massive weight like it might splinter at any moment. A low chuckle rumbled from his broad chest, deep and resonant, echoing off the heavy curtains. “Trade routes. Borders. Intelligence.” He waved one huge hand dismissively, the gold chains around his neck shifting against his dark, sculpted pectorals. “Yes, yes. Those can wait, Hinata Uzumaki. Look at you.” His golden eyes dragged slowly over her form, lingering without shame. “Motherhood has been very… kind to you. Those hips have widened nicely. And that chest…” His gaze dropped pointedly to the way her loose white sweater stretched across her heavy, full breasts, the soft fabric outlining every generous curve. “The way it’s struggling to contain what the village’s hero gets to enjoy every night. It’s almost criminal how much you’ve blossomed since the war. A real woman now, not that shy little girl I remember hiding behind her hair.”
Hinata’s cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson instantly. Her pale lavender eyes widened slightly, the faint veins of her Byakugan threatening to surface before she willed them back. She instinctively folded her arms beneath her heavy breasts, trying to shield them from that hungry stare—but the motion only pushed the soft, full mounds upward, making the white sweater strain even tighter. A tiny, mortified sound escaped her throat, barely audible.
“R-Raikage-sama… that is hardly appropriate,” she whispered, her voice trembling but still gentle and measured, the same tone she used to soothe her children after nightmares. “We are here for the alliance. Please, let us focus on the documents. Naruto-kun worked very hard on these terms, and I… I promised him I would represent Konoha well today.”
Ay’s smirk widened, slow and predatory. He stood up slowly, all seven feet of rippling muscle rising like a dark mountain behind the desk. The room seemed to shrink as he circled around it with deliberate, heavy steps, his open white vest swaying to reveal the deep ridges of his abs. “Naruto-kun, huh?” he rumbled, voice dropping to a lower, more intimate boom. “The loudmouth is lucky. But he’s not here right now, is he? It’s just you and me in this chamber. Konoha sent its most beautiful representative… alone.”
He stopped beside her chair, towering over her seated form. Leaning down, he pointed at the map on the desk with one thick forearm, deliberately brushing against her shoulder and the soft side of her breast in what could have been an accident—but the lingering pressure said otherwise. The contact sent a jolt through her, warm and electric against the thin layers of her sweater.
“See this pass here?” he continued, as if the touch meant nothing. “Tell me, does Konoha truly want peace… or are you willing to make it worth my while? A little Cloud hospitality from the Hokage’s own wife might go a long way toward sealing this deal.”
Hinata shivered visibly, her breath catching, but she stayed rooted in her seat, biting her lower lip hard enough to sting. *Oh no… he’s so close. His body is like a furnace. I can feel the heat rolling off him.* Her thoughts raced, shame twisting tight in her chest. “I can’t… I shouldn’t let this affect me. Naruto-kun is counting on me. The village needs this alliance. I told him I would do whatever it takes—just like he always does. I can’t fail them. Not now.”
“Raikage-sama, I… I am here as a representative of Konoha,” she said quietly, trying to sound firm even as her hands tightened in her lap. “I will do whatever is necessary to secure the peace. But personal comments are not… they are not part of these negotiations.”
“Drink,” he interrupted smoothly, sliding the untouched teacup closer to her with two fingers. Steam curled upward, carrying a faint herbal scent. “You look tense, woman. It’ll calm those pretty nerves of yours. Can’t have the gentle-eyed Hyūga falling apart before we even get started.”
Hinata hesitated, her fingers trembling just slightly as they wrapped around the warm cup. She took a small, careful sip, hoping the warmth would steady the flutter in her stomach. It spread through her chest, soothing and yet somehow making her more aware of the faint, familiar ache building there. Ay didn’t return to his seat. Instead, he moved behind her chair, his massive shadow swallowing her completely.
His huge hands descended onto her shoulders without warning—fingers like iron yet surprisingly controlled as he began to knead the tight muscles there with slow, firm circles. The pressure was overwhelming, thumbs pressing into the back of her neck in a way that made her spine tingle.
“You’re so stiff,” he murmured, voice a deep growl close to her ear. “Relax. This is diplomacy, not a battlefield. A beautiful woman like you… coming in here alone, dressed like that. Those tight black pants hugging every inch of your thick thighs and that fat ass. And these…” His gaze dropped lower over her shoulder, staring openly at the front of her sweater. “Your body is already answering for you, even if your mouth keeps pretending otherwise.”
Hinata gasped softly as she felt it—the familiar warm trickle she had hoped to ignore. To her horror, two small, faint wet spots had begun forming on the front of her white sweater, right over her nipples, darkening the fabric in tiny, telltale circles. Her milk was leaking again—something that happened more easily these days when she was stressed… or when her body reacted in ways she desperately tried to suppress. She tried to pull away, shifting in her seat, but his hands held her shoulders firmly in place, keeping her exactly where she was.
“P-please… don’t say such things, Raikage-sama,” she whimpered, voice barely above a whisper, laced with deep shame. *Naruto-kun… I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to help the village… I never wanted this. Why is my body doing this now?* Tears pricked at the corners of her gentle lavender eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall.
Ay’s golden eyes darkened with clear hunger as he noticed the damp patches spreading. “Look at that,” he rumbled, almost reverent. “Leaking already? Such generous gifts to the world. Your husband must drink from these often, doesn’t he? Lucky bastard.” One of his hands slid down from her shoulder in a slow, deliberate path, boldly cupping the side of her massive left breast through the soft, slightly damp sweater. The fabric was warm under his palm, the heavy weight of her filling his grip perfectly. He gave it a gentle but possessive squeeze, thumb brushing over the wet spot.
Hinata’s breath hitched sharply, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips. “Raikage-sama…! Please… don’t…” Her smaller hand came up instinctively, resting weakly on his thick wrist—not pushing him away, not really, just trembling there as if caught between duty and panic.
Ay leaned down closer, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, voice dropping to a low, commanding growl that vibrated through her. “If you refuse me now, the alliance ends tonight. No support. No protection for your precious Konoha. Your husband will have failed, and you’ll be the reason why. But if you show a little Cloud hospitality… I might be very generous.” His fingers flexed again around her breast, feeling the soft give and the faint leak of warmth against his skin. “Starting with these perfect tits. What’s it going to be, Hinata Uzumaki?”
Hinata’s breath came in shallow, trembling gasps, her pale lavender eyes glistening with unshed tears as Ay’s thick fingers continued to knead and squeeze the heavy swell of her left breast through the dampening white sweater. The faint wet spots had grown into unmistakable dark circles, the warm milk seeping through the soft fabric and coating his palm in a thin, slippery sheen. Her smaller hand still rested weakly on his thick wrist, not truly pushing him away—only trembling there like a captured bird.
“Raikage-sama… this is wrong,” she whispered, her gentle voice cracking with shame. “I… I’m a married woman. Naruto-kun… the children… please, I only came here for the alliance. I-I’ll sign anything, offer whatever support you want, just… don’t make me—”
Ay’s deep, rumbling laugh cut her off, low and satisfied. He gave her breast one final possessive squeeze, thumb circling the leaking nipple until she whimpered, then slowly pulled his hand away. “Wrong?” he echoed, stepping back just enough for her to see the massive bulge straining against the front of his dark pants. “This is diplomacy, Hinata Uzumaki. Konoha wants the Cloud’s protection? Then Konoha’s most beautiful representative is going to earn it. On your knees. Now.”
Hinata’s eyes widened in fresh panic, her cheeks burning hotter than the afternoon sun outside. She clutched at the edges of her lavender jacket, pulling it tighter over her chest as if it could shield her. “P-please… I can’t. I’m not… I’ve never—” Her words faltered as Ay’s golden eyes hardened, his voice dropping into that commanding boom she remembered from the war.
“Refuse me, and the alliance dies tonight. No troops. No trade. No protection for your precious village when the rogues come knocking. Your husband will watch Konoha burn because his pretty little wife couldn’t swallow her pride… or anything else.” He folded his massive arms, the muscles in his chest flexing. “Your choice, Hyūga woman. But we both know what you’re going to do.”
Tears finally spilled over, tracing slow paths down her flushed cheeks. Hinata’s lower lip quivered. *Naruto-kun… I’m so sorry… I’m doing this for you. For the village. For everyone.* Her hands shook as she slid from the chair, sinking slowly to her knees on the thick carpet in front of him. The tight black pants stretched across her thick thighs, and her lavender jacket fell open slightly, revealing the way her white sweater clung wetly to her heavy breasts.
Ay wasted no time. With a low grunt he shoved his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, letting them pool around his ankles. His massive cock sprang free like a living weapon, slapping heavily against his ridged abs with a meaty thwack that made Hinata flinch.
It was enormous—easily fourteen inches long from base to tip, and so thick that Hinata’s eyes widened in genuine horror. Thicker than her wrist at the mid-shaft, closer to the girth of her own forearm near the root. The dark, ebony-black skin gleamed under the dim chamber lights, a deep, rich obsidian that contrasted obscenely with her own porcelain-pale complexion. Thick, rope-like veins pulsed and throbbed along the entire length, winding like angry rivers over the surface. The fat, mushroom-shaped head was even wider, a glossy plum-purple crown already weeping thick, pearly beads of precum that stretched into sticky strings as the heavy shaft bobbed in front of her face. Below it swung a pair of heavy, churning balls the size of ripe oranges, hanging low and full, covered in the same dark skin and radiating a potent, musky scent that filled her nostrils—raw, masculine, overwhelming.
Ay wrapped one huge hand around the base, giving the monstrous length a slow, lazy stroke that made it twitch and slap against her cheek, smearing a warm trail of precum across her soft skin. “Look at it, Hinata,” he growled, voice thick with pride. “This big black cock right here? This is what a real Kage brings to the table. Bigger, thicker, heavier than anything that scrawny little whisker-faced husband of yours could ever dream of giving you. Pale Konoha pussy like yours was made to stretch around Cloud meat. Now open that pretty mouth and worship it. Show me how badly you want this alliance.”
Hinata stared up at the towering shaft in front of her, tears streaming freely now. Her gentle lavender eyes were wide with fear and reluctant awe, the sheer size making her feel impossibly small. “It’s… it’s too big…” she breathed, voice barely audible. “Raikage-sama, I… I can’t possibly… Naruto-kun would—”
“Less talking,” Ay rumbled, gripping the back of her head with one massive hand, fingers threading through her long, silky indigo hair. “Start licking. Slow. I want to feel that shy little tongue work.”
With a broken sob, Hinata leaned forward, her soft pink lips parting hesitantly. She pressed a trembling kiss to the underside of the fat head, then another, her tongue darting out in tiny, reluctant licks. The salty, musky taste flooded her mouth immediately, making her whimper. She dragged her tongue slowly along one thick vein, tracing its throbbing length from mid-shaft up toward the head, her pale cheeks hollowing slightly as she tried to please him. The contrast was stark—her soft, pale face and delicate features pressed against the dark, veiny monster.
Ay groaned in approval. “That’s it… good girl. Keep going. Get it nice and wet for that tight throat.”
Encouraged only by the threat hanging over her, Hinata opened wider, taking the fat head between her lips. It stretched her mouth obscenely, forcing her jaw wide as the plum-sized crown pushed past her teeth. She could barely fit the head, her lips sealed tight around the ridge while her tongue swirled helplessly underneath. Saliva immediately began to spill from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin in shiny strands as she bobbed her head in slow, shallow motions—barely taking another inch before gagging softly, the wet gluck sound echoing in the quiet chamber.
“Mmmph… hah… too big…” she mumbled around the thick intrusion, her gentle voice muffled and distorted. Tears poured down her face, mixing with the drool as she forced herself deeper, inch by torturous inch. Her cheeks bulged, the outline of his cockhead visible against the inside of her mouth. She sucked harder on instinct, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue pressing flat against the underside while more precum leaked onto her tastebuds. Ay’s hand guided her rhythm, slow and steady, pushing just enough to make her gag again and again—wet, sloppy sounds filling the room as she worked the first four inches with reluctant devotion.
“That’s my good little diplomat,” Ay praised, voice rough. “Sucking my big black cock like your village depends on it. Because it does. Deeper, Hinata. Show me those tears while you choke on Cloud dick.”
She obeyed, eyes squeezed shut, pushing forward until the head bumped the back of her throat. Her body convulsed in a wet gag, more drool flooding out and soaking the front of her white sweater. She pulled back with a gasping cough, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening black shaft, only to lean in again—kissing, licking, sucking every thick inch she could reach. The blowjob stretched on for long, agonizing minutes: slow, wet bobs of her head, the constant *slurp-gluck-gluck* rhythm, her muffled whimpers and soft, broken apologies vibrating around his length. “Mmmph… I’m sorry, Naruto-kun… I’m so sorry…” she tried to whisper around the cock stretching her mouth.
Ay finally pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips shiny and puffy, face a mess of tears and spit. “Enough warming up. Time for those fat tits. Take that jacket and sweater off—now.”
Hinata’s hands shook violently as she shrugged out of her lavender jacket, letting it fall behind her. Then, with a humiliated sob, she tugged the white sweater up and over her head, revealing the plain white bra straining to contain her massive, milk-heavy breasts. Ay didn’t wait. He reached down, yanking the bra cups down roughly. Her enormous pale breasts spilled free with a heavy bounce—full, round, and glistening with leaked milk, pink nipples stiff and already beading with fresh droplets.
He guided his massive, spit-slicked cock between the soft, warm valley of her cleavage, the dark shaft looking even more obscene nestled against her porcelain skin. “Squeeze them around it,” he ordered. “Paizuri. Milk my big black cock with those leaking Konoha tits.”
Crying softly, Hinata cupped the undersides of her heavy breasts with both trembling hands, pressing them together around the thick length. The head poked out the top, smearing precum across her collarbone. Ay began to thrust slowly, hips rolling as he fucked her cleavage—long, deliberate strokes that made her breasts jiggle and bounce. Milk squirted from her nipples with every squeeze, slicking the dark shaft and making the slide wetter, filthier. She whimpered in embarrassment every time a warm spurt landed on his cock or dripped down her own chest.
“F-fuck… they’re so soft,” Ay groaned, speeding up gradually. “Look at that—your milk’s lubing up my big black cock. Pale Hyūga milk for Cloud meat. Keep squeezing, woman. Harder.”
Hinata kept her head bowed, tears falling onto her own breasts as she pressed them tighter, rocking her upper body to match his rhythm. The obscene schlick-schlick of cock sliding through milky cleavage filled the room. She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing veins pulsing against her sensitive skin, the sheer size making her cleavage bulge outward with every thrust.
Ay’s breathing grew ragged. “Gonna paint that pretty face… gonna mark the Hokage’s wife…” With a deep, guttural roar he pulled back, aiming the swollen head right at her tear-streaked face. Thick, ropey jets of hot cum erupted—powerful, endless spurts that splattered across her forehead, her closed eyes, her flushed cheeks, and into her open, gasping mouth. More landed in heavy strands across her heaving breasts, mixing with her leaking milk and running in creamy rivers down her cleavage and stomach. The sheer volume left her absolutely painted, cum dripping from her chin, matting strands of her indigo hair, and pooling in the valley of her tits.
Hinata knelt there panting, ruined and humiliated, her gentle face and massive breasts glistening with his seed. A broken sob escaped her as she whispered, voice hoarse and trembling, “What… what have I done…?”
Ay smirked down at her, still half-hard and glistening. “We’re just getting started, Hyūga. The real negotiations are about to begin.”
Hinata remained on her knees for a long, trembling moment after the last thick rope of Ay’s cum had painted her face and heaving breasts, her gentle lavender eyes glassy with shame and exhaustion. The sheer volume of it left her porcelain skin glistening, strands of it dripping slowly from her chin onto the soft, milky swell of her exposed tits. Her stylish indigo bob—cut to a neat shoulder-length style that framed her flushed cheeks—was slightly mussed, a few shorter strands sticking to the mess. She looked every bit the reluctant, broken diplomat: white bra yanked down uselessly beneath her heavy, leaking breasts, tight black pants still hugging her wide hips and thick thighs, lavender jacket discarded nearby on the carpet.
A quiet, broken sob escaped her as she reached for the discarded lavender jacket with shaking hands. “I… I can’t let Naruto-kun see me like this,” she whispered hoarsely to herself, voice thick with guilt. Using the soft inner lining, she wiped her face as best she could—cleaning the thick streaks from her cheeks, forehead, and swollen lips until only a faint sheen remained. She dabbed hastily at her chest too, though the warm milk still leaking from her stiff pink nipples made the cleanup imperfect. The jacket was ruined anyway. She tossed it aside, heart pounding, and tried to steady her breathing. “Naruto-kun… I’m so sorry. I only wanted to help the village…”
Ay watched her with dark amusement, his massive black cock still half-hard and glistening from her earlier efforts. “Cleaning up already? Cute. But we’re nowhere near finished, Hyūga woman. Get up.” His deep voice left no room for argument. He grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet with effortless strength, spinning her around and shoving her forward until her soft, bare torso pressed against the large oak desk.
Hinata gasped, her heavy breasts squishing flat against the cool wood, nipples dragging and leaving faint milky trails. “Raikage-sama… please… I’ve already done so much for the alliance. Can’t we stop here? I-I’ll make sure Konoha gives you everything you ask for in the treaties, just… don’t make me go further…” Her voice was soft and pleading, exactly the gentle, dutiful tone she used with her children or when comforting Naruto after long days at the Hokage office.
Ay’s huge hands were already yanking her tight black pants and plain panties down roughly to mid-thigh, exposing the full, heart-shaped swell of her plump, pale ass and the glistening pink folds of her pussy. Her ass was thick and juicy, the kind of soft-yet-firm milf rear that jiggled enticingly with every nervous shift of her weight—two perfect, pale globes that contrasted sharply with the dark skin of his hands as he spread them apart. Her pussy was visibly puffy and slick, betraying her body’s unwilling arousal despite the tears still shining in her eyes.
“Fuck… look at this pretty pale Konoha pussy,” Ay growled low, slapping his enormous, still-hard cock against her ass cheeks with heavy, meaty thwacks. The dark, veiny length looked obscene against her soft skin—fourteen inches of thick, throbbing black meat, wrist-thick at the base and even girthier toward the middle, the fat plum-purple head already drooling fresh precum. “Already dripping for big black cock. Your little whisker-faced husband must not be stretching you properly at all.”
Hinata buried her face against her folded arms on the desk, sobbing softly. “Please… at least use protection… I can’t… I can’t risk getting pregnant by you, Raikage-sama… I’m begging you…”
Ay chuckled darkly but reached into his discarded pants, fishing out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and slowly rolled the thin latex down over his monstrous shaft. The condom stretched obscenely tight around his girth, the material straining and translucent, barely containing the pulsing veins and sheer size. “There. Happy now, you faithful little wife? Now this big black cock is wrapped up nice and safe for your precious married pussy.”
He gripped her wide hips with both massive hands, the contrast of his dark fingers against her pale skin stark and dominating. The fat, condom-covered head pressed against her entrance, nudging the slick folds apart. Hinata’s body tensed hard, her breath catching in a panicked whimper. “It’s too big—ahhh!”
Ay pushed forward slowly but relentlessly, the thick head popping inside her with a wet, audible stretch. Inch after veiny inch sank into her tight heat, the dark shaft disappearing between her pale thighs as her pussy was forced to accommodate the massive invasion. She felt every single ridge and throbbing vein dragging along her inner walls, the sheer girth splitting her open wider than anything she had ever experienced. Her walls fluttered and clenched helplessly around the intrusion, the latex doing little to dull the overwhelming heat and pressure. “Haaa… haaa… it’s splitting me apart… so deep already… I can feel it in my stomach…” she moaned brokenly, fingers clawing at the desk’s edge, nails digging into the wood.
Once he was fully seated—his heavy, cum-filled balls resting snug against her clit—Ay gave her a moment to adjust, the desk creaking under their combined weight. Then he began to thrust. Slow at first, long, dragging strokes that pulled nearly all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt, each one forcing a fresh, wet *schlick* from her stretched pussy. Hinata’s massive breasts swayed and bounced heavily beneath her with every impact, the soft, milky flesh slapping audibly against the polished oak. Her stiff nipples dragged back and forth, leaving shiny trails of warm milk that pooled beneath her chest in small, glistening puddles.
“Fuuuck, this pussy is gripping me so damn tight,” Ay groaned, voice rough and satisfied. He picked up the pace gradually, hips snapping harder, the wet plap-plap-plap of his muscular pelvis slapping against her fat ass filling the chamber. Her plump cheeks rippled and jiggled beautifully with every deep thrust, the soft pale flesh compressing and bouncing back. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her stylish indigo bob, yanking her head back sharply. The shorter hair gave him perfect leverage as he used it like reins, pounding her doggystyle with deep, claiming thrusts that made her cry out.
“Ah! Ah! Slow down… please… I’m sorry Naruto-kun… I’m so sorry…” Hinata’s gentle voice rose in reluctant, shameful moans, each one punched out of her by the relentless stretch of his massive black cock. She could feel every inch sliding in and out—the thick, veiny shaft dragging along her sensitive walls, the fat head kissing her cervix on every inward stroke, the condom stretching and pulling with the obscene motion. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around the impossible girth, juices soaking the latex and dripping down her thighs. “Your big black cock is too deep inside me… it’s reaching places Naruto-kun never could… I feel so full… so stretched…”
Ay’s thrusts grew harder, more rhythmic, the desk rocking beneath them as he railed her from behind. He kept a firm grip on her bob, using it to arch her back deeper, forcing her heavy breasts to swing even more wildly. Milk leaked steadily from her nipples now, squirting in tiny arcs with the force of his pounding and splattering across the wood. Her ass cheeks clapped loudly against his hips, the pale globes turning a faint pink from the repeated impacts, jiggling hypnotically with every brutal collision.
The position went on like that for what felt like an eternity to Hinata—long, detailed minutes of slow-building intensity where Ay would alternate between deep, grinding rolls of his hips that stirred her insides and sharp, punishing thrusts that made her toes curl in her sandals. She could feel the condom sliding inside her, the latex barrier doing nothing to stop the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by something so much bigger than her husband. Her internal walls milked him involuntarily, the stretch burning in the most shameful, pleasurable way. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as guilt and unwanted ecstasy warred inside her. “This is wrong… I’m Naruto-kun’s wife… the mother of his children… but my body… it’s betraying me… it feels so good…”
Suddenly, a loud, insistent knocking echoed through the heavy door. “Hinata? Hinata, you okay in there? The meeting’s been going on for a long time now. Ay hasn’t tried anything funny, right? I can come in if you need me!”
Naruto’s concerned voice filtered through the wood, clear and worried.
Hinata froze in absolute panic, her body going rigid around Ay’s still-buried cock. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “N-No… not now…” she whispered frantically, trying to pull away.
But Ay only grinned wickedly, golden eyes gleaming with cruel delight. He didn’t stop. Instead, he kept thrusting—deeper and harder now, short, powerful snaps of his hips that made the desk jolt and her knees buckle. “Answer him,” he whispered dangerously against her ear, yanking her indigo bob again for emphasis. “Tell your husband everything’s fine… or I’ll drag you to the door myself and let him watch this big black cock wreck his pretty wife.”
“I-I don’t want to… please, Raikage-sama, don’t make me—” Hinata gasped, voice cracking as another hard thrust punched the air from her lungs. But Ay reached down between her legs and pinched her swollen clit sharply, forcing a strangled cry from her throat. His cock continued slamming into her from behind, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the sudden silence.
“Go. Now,” he growled, fucking her even harder, hips pistoning so the *plap-plap-plap* grew louder and more frantic.
Tears streaming freely, legs shaking violently, Hinata was forced to stagger the few steps toward the door with Ay still buried balls-deep inside her. His massive cock kept thrusting steadily as she moved, the stretch and drag making her whimper with every step. She reached the door on trembling legs, cracked it open only a few inches, and pressed her forehead against the cool wood while biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood in her effort to stay quiet. Ay continued fucking her relentlessly from behind now with shorter, brutal snaps of his hips that made her entire body jolt forward against the doorframe.
“N-Naruto-kun…” she managed, her voice breathy and strained, cracking and hitching on every other word as Ay’s thick cock drove into her again and again. “Everything… is… fine… ah… Just… very intense discussions… Please… give us… more time…”
Naruto’s tone shifted immediately to suspicion. “Hinata? Your voice sounds really weird. Are you sure? You sound like you’re in pain or out of breath or something. Is Ay pressuring you? I’m coming in right now—”
Panicking completely, Hinata shoved backward with one hand against Ay’s rock-hard abs, weakly pushing his hips back just enough to create a momentary reprieve. “No! Things are good! Really good! The alliance is progressing well! Just… trust me! I’ll be out soon!” Her voice was shaky and desperate, but she forced the words out with every ounce of her gentle determination. She quickly slammed the door shut the moment Naruto hesitated on the other side, the latch clicking loudly.
The second the door was closed, Ay slammed back into her with full, brutal force, growling “Good girl” against her ear as he railed her even harder for several more punishing thrusts while she was still bent near the door.
With a deep, animalistic grunt, Ay suddenly withdrew his thick, condom-clad cock from her dripping pussy with a wet pop and swiftly maneuvered her exhausted body down onto the thick, ornate rug covering the floor of the chamber. He kept the stretched latex fully intact around his monstrous black shaft the entire time. He pushed Hinata flat onto her stomach in a full prone-bone position, immediately mounting her from behind with his enormous seven-foot frame.
In this position, Hinata’s voluptuous milf body was completely pinned beneath the Raikage. Her plump, pale ass was forced upward slightly and spread wide by his powerful thighs as he settled his full crushing weight on top of her smaller frame. The position allowed him devastating leverage—he could drive downward with his entire body mass, truly slamming into her with maximum power.
Ay lined up the fat, condom-covered head of his cock and thrust back inside her in one heavy motion, burying all fourteen veiny inches into her soaked pussy. The new angle let the massive black cock spear incredibly deep, the latex-wrapped shaft stretching her walls to their absolute limit as the head battered directly against her cervix with every brutal downward slam.
He began to fuck her with powerful, body-crushing strokes. Using his full weight, Ay slammed into her again and again, the heavy PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of his muscular hips crashing down onto her fat ass echoing loudly through the room. Each thrust was a devastating slam—his heavy balls smacking against her clit as he drove the thick, girthy cock as deep as physically possible, the condom stretching and sliding inside her clenching heat. The sheer downward force made her pussy take every last inch in a way doggystyle never could, the fat head grinding and battering her deepest walls while the latex barrier pulled taut with obscene friction.
Hinata’s thick, juicy ass cheeks were perfectly presented and compressed under his relentless pounding. The soft, pale globes were spread obscenely wide around the base of his massive cock, rippling and wobbling violently with every powerful impact. The flesh jiggled and clapped upward in waves as his pelvis hammered down, the sheer force making her plump rear bounce and cushion his brutal slams like a soft, pale pillow. Her ass looked even bigger and softer in this position, the deep crease between her cheeks glistening as her juices coated the condom and leaked out around his girth in shiny rivulets that soaked into the rug.
“Take it—take every inch of this big black cock in prone-bone, you cheating Hyūga slut,” Ay growled hotly against the back of her neck, his muscular chest pressed flush against her back, completely dominating her. He used his superior size to really lay into her, lifting his hips high only to slam down with crushing force repeatedly. The position allowed him to fuck her with maximum depth and power—long, punishing strokes that made her entire body slide forward on the rug before he yanked her back by the hips to impale her again. He alternated between rapid, jackhammer-style slams that made her ass ripple nonstop and slower, grinding thrusts where he stirred his thick, condom-stretched cock deep inside her, letting her feel every throbbing vein and the way the latex barrier still couldn’t hide his overwhelming size.
Hinata could only moan and sob helplessly into the carpet, her face turned to the side, indigo bob splayed messily across her tear-stained cheek. “It’s too deep like this…! Your big black cock is crushing my insides… I can feel the head slamming directly into my womb through the condom… It’s so much… I’m going to break…! Ahhhn! I’m sorry Naruto-kun… I’m so, so sorry for letting him fuck me like an animal…!”
Her massive breasts were smashed flat underneath her body and the Raikage’s weight, squished outward to the sides. With every devastating slam, the heavy, milk-laden orbs were compressed and rubbed harshly against the rug, forcing fresh squirts of warm breast milk to spray out from her stiff pink nipples in rhythmic spurts that soaked into the fibers beneath her. The constant pressure made her breasts ache and leak even more, the warm fluid pooling around her torso as her body was used so thoroughly.
Ay kept the brutal rhythm going for long, unrelenting minutes, never easing up. His hips rose and fell like a piston powered by raw strength, each downward slam driving the condom-clad monster balls-deep and making her plump ass cheeks flatten momentarily before they bounced back with a heavy jiggle. The wet, obscene schlick-plap-plap sounds filled the chamber as the latex slid through her drenched folds, the barrier doing nothing to dull the mind-breaking stretch or the way the fat head kissed and battered her cervix on every thrust. He reached under her with one massive hand to grope and squeeze one of her leaking breasts roughly, pinching the nipple until more milk squirted out while his hips continued their savage assault—lifting high and slamming down again and again, using the prone-bone angle to truly wreck her with every ounce of his seven-foot frame.
The position left Hinata utterly helpless, pinned flat like a breeding sow as the much larger man used his full body strength to pound her pussy into submission. Her thick ass continued to absorb the powerful impacts beautifully, the pale cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink from the repeated heavy slapping, the soft flesh quivering and rippling nonstop under the force. Every slam sent jolts of overwhelming fullness through her core, her walls fluttering and clenching around the thick, protected shaft while guilt and unwanted pleasure tore through her mind in equal measure. Ay’s heavy breathing and low, satisfied growls rumbled against her ear as he kept slamming into her without mercy, the rug beneath them growing damp with her milk and leaking juices, the “diplomacy” stretching on in this dominating, body-crushing prone-bone fuck.
Hinata’s plump ass continued to ripple and clap under the Raikage’s crushing weight as he slammed into her in prone-bone for what felt like an eternity, each devastating downward thrust driving his thick, condom-clad cock balls-deep into her stretched, fluttering pussy. The wet PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of his heavy hips crashing against her soft, pale cheeks echoed through the chamber, her juices soaking the stretched latex and dripping down to stain the rug beneath them. Her massive breasts were ground flat against the carpet, leaking warm milk in rhythmic squirts with every brutal impact, her indigo bob splayed messily across her tear-stained cheek as broken, guilty moans spilled from her lips.
But Ay wasn’t finished.
With a low, animalistic growl he suddenly pulled out of her with a wet, obscene pop, the condom still stretched obscenely tight around his monstrous black shaft, glistening with her arousal. Hinata barely had time to whimper in exhausted relief before his massive hands flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing. He lifted her limp, voluptuous body effortlessly and slammed her down onto the large oak desk, her back hitting the polished wood with a heavy thud that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Papers and scrolls scattered across the floor as he shoved her thighs apart and stepped between them, towering over her like a dark mountain.
“Raikage-sama… please… I can’t take any more…” Hinata gasped, her gentle voice hoarse and trembling, soft lavender eyes wide with fresh panic. Her pale cheeks were flushed crimson, tears still glistening on her lashes as she tried to cover her leaking breasts with her arms. “I’ve already… I’ve already given you so much for the alliance… Naruto-kun is right outside… I’m his wife… I’m begging you…”
Ay’s golden eyes burned with raw hunger as he gripped her thick thighs and yanked her ass right to the edge of the desk. The fat, condom-covered head of his cock—still rock-hard and veiny—nudged against her puffy, abused folds once more. “You’re not done until I say you are, Hyūga woman. Konoha wants this alliance sealed properly… and I’m going to seal it in your womb.” Without another word he thrust forward savagely, burying all fourteen thick inches back inside her in one brutal stroke. The sudden stretch punched the air from her lungs in a sharp cry.
He started fucking her in full missionary right there on the desk—hard, punishing strokes that made the heavy wooden furniture creak and rock beneath them. Each savage slam of his hips sent her entire body jolting, her massive, milk-heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly in hypnotic circles. The soft, pale orbs slapped audibly against her collarbone and each other, pink nipples stiff and spraying thin arcs of warm breast milk with every impact. Ay leaned down, his seven-foot frame completely dominating her smaller one, and captured one leaking nipple between his lips. He sucked hard—greedy, wet pulls that made her back arch off the desk as fresh milk flooded his mouth.
“Mmmph—ahhhn! Not there… please, Raikage-sama… that’s… that’s for my children…” Hinata sobbed softly, her gentle voice cracking with shame even as her body betrayed her. Her walls clenched tightly around the thick, latex-wrapped cock pounding into her, the condom sliding and stretching inside her soaked heat with every brutal thrust. She could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge dragging along her sensitive inner walls, the fat head battering her cervix relentlessly.
Ay only sucked harder, switching to her other nipple and drinking deeply while his hips never slowed. His free hand slid up her soft body and wrapped lightly around her slender throat—not choking her fully, but applying just enough firm pressure to make her gasp and feel utterly owned. “Drink up, little Konoha wife,” he growled around her nipple, voice muffled and wet. “Your milk tastes so fucking sweet while I wreck this married pussy with my big black cock.”
The savage rhythm continued for long, intense minutes. Ay fucked her like a man possessed—lifting her legs higher, spreading her wide so he could drive even deeper, the wet *schlick-schlick-plap* of his condom-clad shaft slamming into her drenched folds filling the chamber. Hinata’s head lolled back against the desk, her indigo bob sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead as unwilling pleasure began to build like a tidal wave inside her. *No… no, this can’t feel good… I’m Naruto-kun’s… I love him… I’m only doing this for the village…* But her thoughts were fracturing. Each deep, claiming thrust chipped away at her resistance, her gentle lavender eyes starting to glaze over with something darker—something dangerously close to surrender.
Her first orgasm hit her without warning. Her body seized up, pussy clamping down like a vice around his massive cock as waves of shameful ecstasy crashed through her. “Ahhhh—! I’m… I’m cumming…! Nooo, I shouldn’t—Naruto-kun, I’m so sorry…!” Milk squirted harder from her nipples as Ay continued sucking greedily, drinking every drop while he kept pounding through her climax, never slowing.
Before she could even come down, Ay pulled out just long enough to flip her legs up and over his broad shoulders, folding her voluptuous body into a full mating press. Her thick thighs were pressed flush against her own heaving breasts, squishing the massive, milky orbs upward until they nearly smothered her flushed face. Her knees were by her ears, plump ass tilted up perfectly for him as he mounted her again—now with even more leverage to truly destroy her.
He slammed back in savagely, the new angle letting his condom-stretched cock drive impossibly deeper. The fat head battered directly against her womb with every brutal downward thrust, the desk groaning loudly under the force. Ay’s hand returned to her throat, lightly choking her as he fucked her with raw, animalistic power—long, punishing strokes that made her entire body fold and bounce beneath him. Her breasts were crushed between her own thighs and his heavy chest, milk leaking everywhere and running in warm rivulets down her neck and face as he continued sucking and biting at her nipples.
“Gonna breed this cheating Hyūga pussy,” he snarled, golden eyes locked on her tear-streaked face. “Gonna fill the Hokage’s wife with Cloud seed right here on his own desk.”
Hinata’s mind was breaking. The relentless, savage mating press was too much—too deep, too overwhelming. Every savage thrust made her see stars, her gentle voice reduced to broken, sobbing moans. “It’s too deep… your big black cock is reaching my womb… I can’t… I can’t think… Naruto-kun… forgive me… I’m… I’m starting to feel… something I shouldn’t…” A dark, conflicted spark flickered deep inside her even as guilt tore at her heart—something dangerously addictive in the way her body was being claimed so completely.
Mid-thrust, right as he bottomed out inside her clenching heat, Ay suddenly reached down and ripped the condom off with a sharp tug. The latex tore away, leaving his bare, monstrous black cock—hot, veiny, and throbbing—buried to the hilt inside her unprotected pussy. Hinata’s eyes flew wide in panic.
“No—! Raikage-sama, please! Put it back on! I can’t get pregnant—Naruto-kun will know—ahhhn—!”
But it was too late. Ay snarled in triumph and started fucking her even harder now that he was raw—savage, skin-on-skin slams that made her plump ass ripple and her milk spray wildly across her own face. “The village needs this alliance sealed properly,” he growled, hand tightening just a fraction more around her throat. “Gonna put a Cloud baby in the Hokage’s wife… Watch your belly swell with my superior black seed while Naruto raises it thinking it’s his. This married pussy is mine now.”
Hinata’s broken pleas dissolved into incoherent sobs as the raw, unprotected fucking pushed her over the edge again. Her second orgasm hit like a lightning strike—harder than the first—her walls convulsing and milking his bare cock with desperate, rhythmic squeezes. “Nooo… please not inside… I’m cumming again… I can’t stop it…!”
Ay roared, hips slamming down in one final, devastating thrust. His massive balls tightened and he exploded deep inside her.
The forced creampie was overwhelming—thick, heavy ropes of hot, potent cum blasted directly against her cervix in powerful, endless spurts. The first jet was so forceful it made her belly visibly bulge for a split second as it flooded her womb. Rope after thick rope followed, flooding her completely, the sheer volume making her lower abdomen swell noticeably, a small, rounded bump forming as he pumped her full. She could feel every pulse, every throb of his veiny black cock as it unloaded inside her—hot, sticky seed painting her inner walls white, overflowing her stretched pussy and leaking out around his thick base in creamy white rivulets that dripped down her ass and onto the desk.
Ay kept thrusting through his orgasm, grinding deep and making sure every last drop was forced into her fertile depths. “Take it all… take my big black cum, you cheating milf… Breed for me…” More spurts came, filling her until she felt impossibly full, her womb bloated and heavy with his seed. Hinata’s eyes rolled back, a third, smaller orgasm ripping through her as her body instinctively milked him for every drop, her mind fracturing further—guilt and shame warring with a terrifying new spark of dark, addictive pleasure she couldn’t deny.
Finally, Ay collapsed on top of her, keeping his still-hard cock plugged deep inside her cum-stuffed pussy to stop any of his seed from escaping. His hand stroked her slightly bloated belly possessively, thumb tracing the small swell where his cum had filled her. “This diplomacy isn’t over, Hinata Uzumaki,” he rumbled against her ear, voice low and satisfied. “I’ll be back for more ‘meetings’… and next time I won’t bother with the condom at all. You’re going to carry my child whether you like it or not.”
Hinata lay there beneath him, ruined and trembling, milk and cum smeared across her body, her gentle lavender eyes distant and glassy. “What… what have I done…?” she whispered brokenly, voice soft and filled with guilt. But deep down, beneath the shame and the tears, that small, conflicted spark of dark satisfaction flickered just a little brighter—something she would never admit, not even to herself.
…..
Hours Later
Several hours later, the diplomacy chamber had fallen into an eerie calm. The afternoon light had shifted, casting longer shadows across the room. On the surface, everything looked almost normal—scrolls neatly stacked, the desk wiped down, the heavy curtains still drawn.
Raikage Ay sat comfortably in the large chair behind the desk, one elbow resting on the armrest, looking every inch the imposing leader. Beneath the solid oak desk, completely hidden from view by the heavy wooden paneling, knelt a thoroughly ruined Hinata Uzumaki.
Her lavender jacket and white sweater were bunched around her waist, massive milk-swollen breasts completely exposed and wrapped tightly around Ay’s monstrous black cock once more. Thick, creamy globs of his potent cum still slowly leaked from her well-fucked pussy, running down her thighs and soaking into her bunched-up black pants and the carpet between her knees. Her gentle face was flushed with unbearable shame, fresh tears silently rolling down her cheeks as she pressed her soft, warm tits together and slid them up and down the thick, veiny length in slow, reluctant paizuri strokes. Her pink tongue darted out hesitantly every few seconds to lick the fat purple head whenever it poked up between her cleavage, cleaning the salty mix of her juices and his cum while fighting the urge to sob aloud. The short indigo bob framing her face was damp with sweat and slightly tousled from earlier abuse.
Ay’s hand rested casually on the desk, but underneath, his fingers were tangled gently in her bob, guiding her head as she worshipped him in terrified silence.
Knock knock knock.
“Raikage-sama?” Naruto’s familiar voice called from the hallway. “It’s been hours. I’m getting worried about Hinata. May I come in?”
Ay’s lips curled into a wicked, satisfied smirk. “You may enter, Hokage.”
The door opened and Naruto stepped inside, scanning the room with concern. “Raikage. Sorry for barging in like this, but Hinata’s been gone all this time. How did the discussions go? Where is she?”
Under the desk, Hinata’s entire body stiffened in pure panic. Her lavender eyes went wide with terror as fresh tears welled up. She tried to pull her head back, but Ay’s strong hand held her firmly in place, forcing her to keep slowly fucking his thick black cock with her heavy, leaking breasts. The head rubbed hotly against her soft tongue as she was made to continue servicing him in complete silence, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
Ay let out a deep, relaxed chuckle. “Your wife was exceptional today, Uzumaki. Truly impressive. She handled the negotiations with remarkable dedication and flexibility. She went above and beyond what I expected from Konoha. The alliance has never been stronger. You should be very proud of her.”
Naruto’s face lit up with that signature bright grin. “Hah! That’s my Hinata-chan! She’s always willing to do whatever it takes for the village, just like I do. Seriously, where did she go? I wanted to thank her and walk her home. She must be exhausted after dealing with you for so long.”
Ay subtly rolled his hips, sliding his thick cock deeper between Hinata’s pillowy tits while she squeezed them tighter around him, milk leaking down the dark shaft as she gave it another reluctant, terrified lick.
“She left only moments ago,” Ay lied effortlessly, voice perfectly calm. “We concluded our discussions successfully just before you arrived. She mentioned needing to freshen up and check on something. You just missed her.”
Naruto let out a relieved sigh, completely oblivious. “Whew, alright then. As long as she’s okay. Thanks again, Raikage. I’ll go find her. Really appreciate you working with her directly today.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” Ay replied, golden eyes flashing with dark amusement as, beneath the desk, Hinata’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. Her tongue swirled submissively around the head of his cock while her breasts continued their slow, humiliating worship, the risk of her husband standing just a few feet away making her pussy clench and push out another thick drop of Ay’s cum.
“Feel free to send her my way anytime you need future… negotiations handled,” Ay added with a smirk. “Your wife truly is Konoha’s greatest asset.”