Hinata Comes of Age

Warning: If you love Naruto/Hinata, DO NOT READ THIS!!!

Chapter 5: Naruto Makes Love

As they were kissing, Naruto rolled Hinata over on to her back. His cock was still hard and inside her. He raised his head from her lips and asked, “Hinata, what do you want me to do? Can I still love you?”

Although Hinata knew by “love,” Naruto meant he wanted to have sex, his use of the term thrilled her. “Oh, Naruto, love me, please love me,” she cried, wanting both Naruto’s heart and his body.

Then Naruto was stroking into her. It felt different lying on her back being penetrated. A lock of Naruto’s hair fell on her check and for a weird moment, Hinata remembered lying on her back with Neji on top of her trying to force her legs open. Hinata shuddered, happy that this was Naruto, that he was forcing nothing on her. His loving was a precious gift: sensations and pleasure she had not believed she could feel.

She began to move beneath him, pushing up to meet his thrusts, then swinging her legs up to wrap around Naruto’s back and pull him deep into her. This action and position seemed to set Naruto off as he began to quicken his pace. He drove into her hard and deep again and again, and Hinata felt a little shiver of fear. If she hadn’t already cum, this would hurt. In fact, the impact where Naruto was hitting against the opening to her womb was a little painful. But there seemed no way to slow Naruto down that Hinata could think of, and even just thinking was difficult as she tried to deal with all the sensations her body was feeling.

To her surprise, Naruto kept pounding into her at a furious pace, rather than slowing down after a while. How could he keep going like this? It was thrilling yet scary. Suddenly, Hinata felt herself panic. She couldn’t stop him. She squeezed tight, trying to prevent Naruto from penetrating her, to slow him down. Her efforts only seemed to make him go faster. She couldn’t stop him, she could do nothing but lay there and take him.

Her very helplessness excited her, and as she twitched, shifted, and squeezed to try to slow down this embarrassingly fast and uncontrolled sex, she started to orgasm again. Losing control embarrassed her and made her feel slutty. She had imagined Naruto and she would make love slowly with emotion. Instead he was pushing into her like it was a race or fight, and she was out of control: shaking, sweating, and secreting so much fluid that she could smell herself. But the pleasure, ah, the pleasure! Oh, she was dying from it—her heart would explode. And Naruto still was pulling out and slamming into her, again, and again.

She couldn’t take any more—her muscles wouldn’t stop clenching and releasing, her lungs were straining. She couldn’t hear anything but her own pounding heart; she couldn’t feel her hands or feet or even her nose any more, they were numb, overloaded with sensations. She began to scream out at Naruto, “Oh god, I’m dying, oh, god, Naruto, I can’t take it!” Her screams made Naruto push her legs up over his shoulders and drive into her even deeper, as he got more and more excited by the feeling of her cumming around him. Hinata couldn’t even yell words any more and just cried out and spasmed and tried to feel she would live through this. Then Naruto himself shouted, “Hinata! Hinata!” and pulled out of her, spraying his cum onto her belly, breasts, chin, mouth, and nose.

Hinata was shocked. She hadn’t really ever thought about what sperm would look like or smell like. She certainly had though her lovers would leave their sperm inside of her, not spray it on her. But she and Naruto had never talked about whether or not she was using birth control, so she supposed that this was actually Naruto trying to be sensitive. But it felt wrong, felt somehow dirty or slutty to have sperm all over her body and face.

Naruto sat back on his knees, breathing deeply, looking incredibly pleased with himself. “Hinata-chan, you look so sexy there covered in my cum,” said Naruto. “My god, you have the most beautiful body. I can’t believe you don’t show off your body more! Oh god, Hinata, you breasts are so perfect.” Naruto seemed to get back more energy just looking at her. He began to rub his own sperm into her skin as if it was some sort of body cream. He slid one hand over the cum on her face, smearing it on her cheeks and sliding his cum-soaked fingers over her lips. “Lick it, lick it, Hinata. Come on, open up your beautiful lips and taste me. Taste how much I love you, I want you,” urged Naruto.

Hinata felt tears begin to form in her eyes. She didn’t want to taste Naruto. She loved Naruto, but this seemed weird, seemed wrong. She opened her mouth to try to explain that to Naruto, and he thrust his fingers into her mouth. “Suck on them, Hinata, oh god, yes, suck on them,” he moaned. They tasted odd, strange. Hinata tried not move her mouth away, to keep her tongue from Naruto’s hand, but he seemed to think she was playing some sort of lover’s game. He put his hand down to her belly and smeared more cum on his fingers and then pushed them deep into her mouth.

Hinata could feel that Naruto’s cock had already begun to harden again. “Oh god, Hinata, you’re so hot, you’re so amazing,” he was saying. Then he was kissing her, his tongue tasting himself in her mouth. Hinata eagerly clung to his tongue—this was familiar, not shocking, not scary. Then Naruto pulled up from her mouth and kissed her cheek, then her ear. After biting her ear lobe a little bit, he began to talk into her ear.

“Hinata, oh Hinata, you’ve got me ready again already. I didn’t think I could get this hard this fast after such an amazing and intense orgasm.” Naruto’s voice was husky and thick with emotions. He continued, “My god, you drive me wild, Hinata-chan. You are all curves, all woman. You have exactly the kind of body I try to make with my sexy no jutsu. God, I wish I could have seen a picture of you when I was little. I’d have modeled my sexy no jutsu on you and been twice as sexy. I would have made Iruka, Ebisu, and the third die from nose bleed!”

As Naruto was saying all this, he was rubbing his body against hers. Hinata couldn’t take more of this. It was too sexual, not romantic at all. Surely no husband would spill his seed on his wife’s body and then force her to taste it and smear it all over her! Then to just drive into to her so powerfully and for so long—he wanted to do that again? Did he think she was a cat in heat that could go at it for hours on end? When Hinata had watched Kiba make love to other women, he had always varied his pace, alternating between face and slow. He never stayed at that fast pace for very long, and he hadn’t smeared anything on his partners.

Neji was right, she thought, I didn’t know what I was getting into at all. I’m getting what I deserve, not what I want. Naruto is treating me like some sex toy, not the woman he loves. But this is Naruto—I’m a fool. Of course, Naruto would go at something 100%. But why would he bring up that sexy no jutsu of his? Hinata hated that jutsu and his other pervert ones. She didn’t like Naruto talking about looking at pictures of naked women back when he was ten or eleven. Hinata was so upset at feeling Naruto’s lovemaking was not to her taste, that she could focus her attention. Shocked, she realized Naruto had been talking, and she hadn’t been listening.

“Oh, Naruto-kun, oh, I, well, ah, what did you say, Naruto-kun?” she asked.

Naruto laughed, “I see you are overwhelmed by the my lovemaking Hinata-chan—you can’t even focus on my words! I’m the best aren’t I, Hinata?” Naruto looked down at Hinata, a big smile on his face. He seemed so proud of himself. Hinata felt sick at the realization she was disappointed. This was Naruto! This was her childhood love! “Speechless, eh, Hinata?” She could only blush and try to hid her face.

“Hey, Hinata, I have this super cool book that Jiraiya gave me that has over one hundred love-making positions. I’ll give it to you, and you number them in the order you want to try them. Won’t that be awesome?”

Hinata made a sort of gurgling sound, which Naruto evidently took to mean, “yes.” He continued talking on with his usual energy and enthusiasm that he had when he was excited. He often would jump up and down or rock in place when excited in conversation. In bed, however, he seemed to prefer to punctuate his words with squeezes or by rubbing his penis into her. Hinata felt like she was drowning, sinking into a world of sexual decadence that she had only associated with “perverts.”

“I mean some of them are really complicated and involve more than two people. But I can just use my clones to make all the other people. I’m going to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true, Hinata-chan. You’re so sexually responsive. I can’t believe how fast you had an orgasm. Hey, well, I guess that what happens when your lover is the great Uzumaki Naruto-sama, eh?” At this point, Naruto stopped to suck hard on one of Hinata’s nipples.

She gasped and started to tremble again. He pushed her two breasts together and then took both her nipples into his mouth. “Naruto, what are you doing? Oh my god!” she cried out. He was biting her nipples, sucking them so hard, they ached. It felt amazingly good, however, even as Hinata felt embarrassed about her breasts. The beautiful women in fashion magazines that she admired never had such big breasts. But her breasts had never had this much attention, this much stimulation.

Naruto sat up and straddled her body, careful not to crush her ribs. He pushed his penis back and forth in the hollow between her breasts. Each one was held firmly in one of his hands. Hinata wanted to cover her breasts. She wanted to get up and wash the sperm off her face, breasts, and belly. She didn’t want to get aroused again, to lose control again, to cum so violently she worried she would die. When she had masturbated, her orgasms had been perfect, short moments of intense pleasure—just the right amount of pleasure. She hadn’t sweated too much or got so sticky. Hinata had the feeling that maybe she had never really had an orgasm before Naruto, and she wasn’t sure she liked these new Naruto-style orgasms.

Hinata moaned and thrashed her head back and forth. She couldn’t look Naruto in the face when he was doing this to her. She knew she was bright red and had a minor nosebleed. Naruto’s hands were squeezing and pinching her. Her nipples ached. Then Naruto gripped each nipple and shook her breast even harder, holding onto to those sensitive nubs. He wasn’t releasing the pressure—no, she couldn’t take it. Hinata tried to pull her nipples from Naruto’s painful grip, gasping and moaning, unable to form a coherent sentence, “Oh Naruto, please, oh god, it’s too much, oh no, oh god, Naruto, Naruto, Naruto . . . “

But Naruto seemed clueless and lost in his own pleasure as he slid his arousal back and forth, hitting her on the chin at times as he thrust forward. He pinched even harder, which Hinata had not thought was possible, and she screamed and thrashed about and to her mortification began to have more contractions in her feminine center. The pain and the pleasure seemed to come together in a burst, and Hinata just screamed until she passed out, trying to survive the feelings ripping through her.