Chapter 5 - Culmination

             Naruto awoke that fine, sunny morning to an insistent, sharp knocking sound. He blinked and rolled over to look at his clock. It was nine, about an hour earlier than he liked to wake up on his days off. He groaned, stretching a few aches into his stiff muscles in an attempt to wake himself more thoroughly. Blood began to flow freely, and he threw his covers aside. There was still that sharp knocking, coming in regimented bursts of five every ten seconds or so. He walked out into his kitchen/living area, scratching at the back of his head. “Alright, I’m coming!” The knocking cut out abruptly, and a few seconds later, he opened the door.
            The man standing before him was a Hyuuga; his eyes and facial structure were proof enough of that. His forehead was covered by a modified hitai-ate, much the same as Neji had worn when Naruto first met him. His clothes were simple robes and pants, white and unadorned.
            “Greetings, Uzumaki-sama. I am Ko.” He bowed briefly, and Naruto inclined his own head, feeling supremely awkward. He hadn’t thought about it until he’d opened the door, but the only thing between him and nakedness was an old pair of boxers, which even reduced as he was did very little to hide him. “I come with a message from Lady Hinata.” Naruto blinked in surprise, the fog in his mind beginning to clear more rapidly. He couldn’t remember Hinata ever seeking him out. Plus, why not just come herself?
            “Oh, ah, okay. What does she want?” Ko straightened up, looking Naruto in the eye.
            “Hinata-sama requests that you meet her at some time today, or at your earliest convenience should you have any previous engagements. She has left the venue and time at your discretion.” Naruto blinked again, unsure how to respond to this. It was all very… sudden. What could she want to talk about?
            “Oh, ah, okay, sure, today, uh, yeah, today sounds good. Tell her maybe noonish at Ichiraku Ramen?” It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen Hinata anywhere near the stand and in fact had no reason to believe she even knew it existed, let alone where is was. “1236 West Sandaime Street.”
            “Certainly, Uzumaki-sama. I shall pass the message along.” He dipped into another bow, and Naruto actually had the presence of mind to do the same this time, though it was far less professional a movement. “Good day.”
            “Yeah, you too.” And with that, Ko walked down the hall and out of sight. Naruto closed his door and walked over to his couch, sinking heavily into it and frowning.
            ‘Well… This is weird.’ Hyuuga Hinata, one of the most reserved people he knew, had asked to meet with him, through a messenger no less. They were friends, maybe not the closest, but she had been at his back more than a few times since they’d graduated the academy; they were certainly more than acquaintances or comrades…
            So why not just come herself? Why go to all this trouble? He thought of all their more notable interactions. The first time they had really talked was during the chunin exams. In the first phase she had offered to let him copy her test. In the third she had offered him ointment after his fight with Kiba. He’d cheered her on when she fought Neji, and made that vow to avenge her defeat.
            And when he had been on his way to follow through on that promise, verging on panic at just how in over his head he was, she had reminded him that his strength didn’t matter so long as he kept getting up.
            Then it was pretty much a blank space until Nagato’s invasion.
            He still didn’t remember much of the lead-up to it, but the image had been seared behind his eyes for months after the fact. Pain driving a metal pole through Hinata’s prone body. Someone who had tried to protect him killed while he was powerless to help. At the time, it was probably the most traumatic thing he’d seen in his life, and it was still up there, even though she had turned out all right.
            Then the war, and Neji’s death: another moment of doubt, despair really. And again, it was Hinata who pulled his mind out of the muck and got him to keep going. Starting by slapping him in the face, too. He let out a breathy little chuckle at the memory, not really happy, but still humorous.
            Not much had happened between them since then. They had seen each other on the street, at parties, and gone on a few missions together, but it was all just small talk and the job.
            ‘Must be something about the mission… Yeah, gotta be.’ Without further ado, Naruto stood and walked back to his room to prepare for the day.
 
            “So… are we gonna talk about what happened, or are you going to keep pretending to be asleep?” Shikamaru groaned, and turned a half-lidded eye on Temari. He’d been dutifully ignoring her for the past hour as she sat in a chair next to his hospital bed making little whirlwinds on her palm. Apparently the jig was up. 
            “How did you know?” She frowned back at him, eyebrow raised in disbelief.
            “I didn’t, actually. You sure there wasn’t any brain damage?” He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. How had he fallen for that? “Really, though. How are you feeling?”
            “Like shit.” She huffed under her breath, frowning at him.
            “Who’d have fucking guessed?” He turned away, staring intently out the window at nothing. “Look, Shikamaru, we should talk about what happened.” He sighed heavily, expression unreadable.
            “Yeah, we probably should…” He paused, eyeing her indirectly. “So, talk as in…” Temari huffed, stood up, stepped toward the bed, and pulled him by his collar into a simple but forceful kiss, which he melted into eagerly. A few seconds later, she dropped him back onto his pillow and sat back down, smoothing her hair out, and looking out the window.
            “Talk as in you’re an idiot, and I have no idea why I like you so much.” He chuckled and finally met her eyes, smiling wider than she’d ever seen him.
            “Heh, yeah. I love you too.”
 
            Noon. ‘It’s noon, he said he’d be here by noon, why isn’t he here?’ Hinata took a deep breath and calmed herself. Naruto would arrive soon. Perfect punctuality was hardly a requirement for an informal meeting like this. She’d put this off in as many ways as she could; sending Ko instead of going herself, leaving the time and place up to Naruto, both had been attempts to delay the conversation she was about to have, justified by a million different excuses that even she didn’t really believe.
            Her eyes drifted back to the clock. Not even half a minute had passed. Her fingers drummed on the table, and she wrestled with the instinct to activate her Byakugan and see if he was close yet. ‘He’s on his way, it’s fine, he’s probably just-’
            “Ah, ma’am?” She jumped at the sudden voice, and found herself face-to-face with a woman perhaps five years older than she was, brown-haired, with a pretty smile, wearing an apron. “Would you maybe like to order something?”
            Hinata took a second to respond, casting a glance at the menu display to her right, and attempting to think fast for a second before giving up. “No, ah, not at the moment. I’m, ah, waiting for a friend, and it might be best if I just wait, for, ah, for him to get here…” She trailed off, turning her gaze down to the countertop, stilling her drumming fingers. “No, thank you.” The girl looked at her customer, raised an eyebrow, and offering her an understanding little smile.
            “Alright… And hey, for what it’s worth, you look great. I’d definitely go for you.” Hinata blinked quizzically, taking a moment to process the complement and its implications before deciding to just nod and look back down. Ayame Ichiraku chuckled a little under her breath and leaned onto the counter. “So… What’s he like?”
            Hinata sighed, interlacing her fingers and squeezing in an attempt to let off tension. “Well, ah, you probably know him, he’s -” She was interrupted as a shadow passed over her, and a new person entered the stand. Ayame’s eyes lit up.
            “Naruto! You here for lunch?” The man grinned back, taking a seat right next to Hinata.
            “Yep!” Ayame glanced at his choice of seat and frowned.
            “You know, she’s expecting someone soon, maybe you should sit a little over, or…?” She trailed off as Naruto looked back at her in confusion, and Hinata’s face grew pink.
            “Oh, yeah, that’s me.” He turned to her and smiled. “Hi, Hinata.” Her blush deepened further.
            “Hello, Naruto-kun.” Her hands clenched harder. Now that she was here, the full truth of her objective was settling in, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. In concept it was simple, but now, with him right next to her, smiling and just sitting like she wasn’t about to try to convince him to have sex with her…
            Well, it was messing with her already nervous and lust-addled mind. She couldn’t meet his eyes. As her stress rose, her Byakugan activated of its own accord and she got an eyeful of her prize.
            ‘Enough talking. Rip off his clothes and take him, right here in the street. Throw him on the ground and ride his prick until he fills you with jizz.’ She didn’t know where the voice came from. It wasn’t even a voice per se. It was an urge, a powerful one. It took a physical effort not to do what it asked.
            “So… You wanted to talk about something?” She nodded hurriedly, welcoming the distraction, although her thoughts had barely taken a second.
            “Yes, I, ah, have a problem, that I think you could maybe, ah, help me with.” Naruto nodded, suddenly looking concerned.
            “Really? What’s wrong?” Hinata let out a heavy breath and gathered her thoughts, intent on not screwing this up. 
            “I recently found out about some… details of my family heritage, on my mother’s side. These details came with certain requirements that I have not been able to fulfill yet. In particular, there is a... a ritual that I need to perform; otherwise I might eventually pose a danger to the people around me. The problem is, it requires two people…” Naruto nodded sagely, leaning on the counter.
            “Right, so you need my help to do it… What exactly is the ritual? And why me? Why not one of your teammates, or someone in your family?” Hinata’s blush deepened, entering tomato territory.
            “I can’t tell you what exactly it is, not here…” She finally worked up the courage to turn and look him in the eye, smiling slightly despite her obvious discomfort. “But there is no one else I would want to help me with something like this, especially not my family.” She actively shuddered at the thought, and Naruto nodded, looking positively grim.
            “Okay. I don’t know how well I’ll actually be able to help, but I’ll do what I can.” Naruto was paying attention, really, but he was a bit distracted by his sage sense. There was something off about Hinata’s chakra. It seemed twisted in a weird way. The strange abnormality was all over her, but seemed to concentrate at the base of her spine and junction of her collarbone. His eyes narrowed. “Hey, are you feeling alright?”
            She fidgeted a bit with her hands, not meeting his eyes. “To be honest… No. But that is why I need your help.”
            Naruto turned back into the stand and cupped a hand to his mouth. “Hey, Ayame! Better make those orders to go!”
 
            “So… You hang out in caves often?” Hinata blushed and adjusted her grip on their lamp. 
            “No, ah, not usually. We just can’t do this back at the compound.” Naruto frowned.
            “So why not at my apartment or something?” Suddenly, Hinata’s whole face was red.
            ‘Kid, she is giving off some really interesting feelings right now.’ Naruto glanced angrily at his forehead.
            ‘Kurama, this really isn’t the time.’ He got a booming laugh in response.
            ‘Interesting choice of words.’ Naruto shook his head and sighed, then very nearly ran into Hinata, in the process realizing she had stopped. Her face was in her hand, the lamp held slack at her side.
            “Naruto-kun, I, ah… Well, I’m not really sure how I should explain this…” Naruto walked forward, took the hand gently and pulled it down to her side.
            “Think about it, then. I’ve got something I should take care of. Try to relax.” Then, with a frown of concentration, he reached back and shoved his hand through her chest.
            Of course, there was no great explosion of blood or anything; her sweater weren’t even ripped. It was as though a glowing golden hole had opened up in her. For her part, Hinata seemed paralyzed, stuck with her eyes wide, and her mouth falling open. After a few seconds of digging around, Naruto finally grinned victoriously and pulled back, the hole closing behind him as though it had never been there.
            In his hand were four sealing tags, each dripping red goop that seemed to evaporate a few seconds after contact with the cold cave air. It was strangely beautiful in the dancing firelight. Hinata looked down at them, and her eyes widened. “Oh no…”
            Her sweater managed to survive the veritable explosion inside it by stretching outward and hiking up over her stomach. Her pants on the other hand were shredded. They had been simple civilian things, not at all up to the task before them. Naruto watched in confusion and worry as she sank to the floor, tears beginning to form in her eyes, the creamy flesh of her positively enormous ass pushing out to the sides like a cushion. A big, smooth, jiggly cushion…
            No. Bad Naruto. No ogling the girl you possibly just mutated. “Wait, wait, I can fix this!” He dove forward, and put his hand exactly where he had before, doing his best to ignore the endless cleavage resting under his palm. His brow furrowed in consternation. “There’s nothing to heal. What the hell?”
            A hand came up and gripped his wrist in a vice. He could have broken it, but not without, well, breaking it. And this was Hinata, one of the nicest people he had ever met. She wouldn’t hurt him. Her eyes rose slowly to meet his and he saw far too many emotions there to really make sense of. ‘Uh… Kid. You might want to move away. That or prepare yourself.’
            ‘Prepare for what?’ Kurama didn’t have to answer him. Hinata did it all on her own by grabbing his waist.
            “I’m sorry, Naruto-kun…” She lingered on the last syllable like a delicacy. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him harder than could ever be practically necessary. “I can’t hold it back any more.” Her eyes pulsed with chakra, and her Byakugan activated. “I can see it right there…” Her tongue actually came out and licked her lips. They were so full and red, plump, resting in a pouty ‘O’. His whole body felt unnaturally hot in the clammy cave air.
            Apparently she felt the same. She was visibly glowing with chakra, her thumb tracing little circles on the back of his hand. Her eyes seemed to pull at his, demanding his attention. Wouldn’t it be better if he just stayed here and did what she asked? Nothing bad could come of that…
 
            “You… Idiot…” Naruto stared at the sewer ceiling of his mindscape and tried to get his bearings. When had he gotten here? Hell, come to think of it, when was the last time he’d bothered to come here considering he and Kurama could just talk freely whenever they wanted without-
            “She’s a fucking SUCCUBUS, you DOLT!” He jumped lying down somehow, found himself momentarily submerged in water, and came sputtering up, clambering to his feet and willing the liquid out of his clothes. 
            “Wait, wait, hold on. Hinata? Hinata ‘I can’t speak in complete sentences half the time’ Hyuuga, the girl who blushes every time she sees someone even half naked, who walks around in bulky jackets and never wears makeup, is…”
            “A sex demon, yes. And she is as we speak fucking your brains out.” Naruto blinked.
            “Hold on, what? Like, fucking me up, as in beating me, or…?” Kurama growled to himself, closing his eyes, and inching between his eyes.
            “NO, Naruto. As in she somehow used her chakra to pull your junk out of whatever trans-dimensional bullshit lets my chakra disregard the law of conservation of mass, and she is now spearing herself onto it while moaning incessantly!” Naruto blinked up at the fox, realization dawning on his face very, very slowly.
            “I… Well… Holy shit, wow, it’s at full size?”
            “Yeah.”
            “I mean; how durable is she that it’s not killing her?”
            “Succubi are like that, kid. Although I’m guessing you’re near the upper limit, even for one as pent up as she is. I told you she was giving off weird feelings.” Naruto glared at him for a second until he finally just sighed and resolved to deal with the situation.
            “Well okay, get me back out there so I can stop this.” Kurama raised what passed for an eyebrow.
            “What, you mean you’re gonna kill her, or…?”
            “No, furball. I know her. Obviously she’s not in her right mind if she’s raping me in a cave. I’m going to find whatever’s wrong with her and stop it.”
            “Kid, there’s nothing wrong with her. From what little I remember of them, when people like her go without sex for too long it screws with their minds. The only way to deal with this is to let it run its course.” Naruto was really glaring now.
            “I don’t care, Kurama. Let. Me. Out.”
 
            ‘It’s not working. Why isn’t it working?’ Hinata had been at it for a good hour now. On the outside, she had fucked herself stupid. Her tongue was lolling out from her mouth under eyes that had rolled into the back of her head. She was straddling Naruto’s hips, slamming herself down onto his quite frankly ridiculous cock with wild abandon.
            Internally, she was panicking. This was hardly the way she had planned for this to go. She knew she had to have sex with someone, and she wanted that someone to be Naruto, without a doubt. But when he’d removed her seals and whatever else he’d found inside her, something in her mind had snapped, and she’d lost all control. Now he was passed out under her, utterly limp except of course for the part of him she was currently hammering into herself.  Whatever the sex was supposed to do for her, it wasn’t doing it, and that terrified her. The world was a gaping pit of need that she couldn’t hope to satisfy. It consumed everything, everything, everything…
            ‘Yeah, you kind of fucked this one up, huh?’ Mina’s interjection was sudden, and remarkably nonchalant. ‘I knew it’d be trouble when you told me you didn’t know the Rite. Gods, look at you two. Your bodies may be reacting, but you aren’t actually feeling a thing. You can’t just fuck some passed-out boy and expect it to make this go away, hell, the physical component isn’t even that important.’
            She could feel Mina’s pity through the link. There was a familiar ache there, like she’d been through this before and it hadn’t turned out well. There wasn’t enough of a conscious person left to formulate a real response, just an agonizing scream of terror because everything was GONE.
            ‘Real sex, the stuff that really gives us power, is about reciprocity: people who care about each other expressing it physically. You can’t just mash your junk into someone else’s and expect for that to happen. You need him awake and you need him to care, or else your buildup won’t have any way to vent into him and create a bond. The Rite is the first time you manage to find that. More than all the repression and bullshit you’ve put yourself through, that’s what’s driving you insane and what might fuck over your friends if you can’t get past it. Now get a hold of yourself, get off of him, and let him make some fucking life decisions.’
            She had to stop. She had to STOP. Se HAD TO STOP.
 
            Naruto blinked into wakefulness and was immediately hit by several realizations.
            1: Hinata was on top of him, naked.
            2: She was crying.
            3: He was still buried up to the hilt in her pussy, which was quite frankly so impressive that for a solid few seconds he was utterly speechless.
            “Naruto… I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, you have to believe me I didn’t mean to do this.” He raised an eyebrow. Bringing his hand up from the floor confirmed what he’d felt: the ground under them was pulverized. If she could do this without trying…
            He looked into her eyes, seeing all of the guilt and terror and affection there, and realized he couldn’t bring himself to be scared, or even angry. He gave her the best smile he could manage under the circumstances and trying to ignore how fucking amazing it felt being buried in her.
“Hinata, it’s fine. I know what its like to lose control, and I don’t hold it against you. I mean, seriously, I’ve forgiven people for worse things than this. It’s not like you actually managed to hurt me.” And she hadn’t. He couldn’t feel a single bruise or anything on his body despite how obviously violent she’d been. She sighed in relief and wiped away her tears. He saw for a moment just how beautiful she really was. Her lips were curved into an apologetic smile that really accentuated just how plump and bright red they were in the lamplight. Her eyes were soft and kind. Her enormous, plump breasts heaved with every deep breath, and her body glistened with sweat. Her dark hair framed it all, trailing down to defined abs, pushed out by the visible bulge of his cock inside her. “So… You think maybe you could get off so we can talk about this?”
             She blushed bright red. “Yes, oh, I-” She started to stand and Naruto lost track of the world for a second. He’d never had sex before, so it had already been a struggle to concentrate just being inside her, but movement took one of the best things he had ever felt and just about blew his brains out with it. He felt something soft pressing against his chest and opened his eyes to find Hinata panting heavily, steadying herself with her hands on either side of him. 
             “Wow… So this is what you needed me for.”
             “Well, I suppose so, I mean, obviously I did it wrong, but well, I knew I had to have se-” She stumbled over the word, finally looking down in mixed apprehension and wonder at where they were joined together. Or at least she tried to; her breasts were obscuring the view “I will understand if you no longer wish to help me. I violated your trust, and apparently an emotional connection is necessary for this Rite. I had hoped for it to be you, but-”
             “Why?” Hinata blinked at the unexpected question, so Naruto pushed on. “Why me? When I asked you before you didn’t want to explain, but now all our cards are on the table. So why come specifically to me?” If at all possible, her blush deepened.
             “Well, you see… I have… admired you for some time. When we were in the academy, you were so much stronger than I was, and just as kind as I wished to be. You were inspiring, and when I began to grow up, it just… grew into something more.” Her mouth made a hard line, which her lips somehow managed to make sexy anyway. “It’s like I said when we fought Pain. I love you, Naruto-kun. That is why I wanted to do this with you...” Naruto blinked.
             “You… said that? I mean… I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a whole lot before him killing you.” Her hand moved unconsciously for a second, as though attempting to find the scar through her abdomen where Nagato had stabbed her.
             “Yes… And it is still true. I want your help with this… if you will let me have it.”Naruto tried to shift awkwardly and was forcefully reminded of exactly what position he was in.
             “Well, we’re kind of already here, aren’t we?” They just sat there for a few seconds, neither of them knowing quite what to say until the barest hint of a laugh escaped Hinata’s lips. She held it in with a visible effort, but it was a lost cause. Naruto felt his own chuckles bubbling up inside him and before long they were both laid out on the cave floor, laughing uproariously at the sheer ridiculous nature of their situation.
Hinata leaned forward, resting her forehead against Naruto’s and smiling despite the fresh tears dripping down her cheeks. The feeling of her breasts against his chest, and his cock engulfed in coiling liquid ecstasy only made her look better. Gently, doing his best to keep his head this time, he pushed his hips up. 
            She bucked back into him, mewling little nothings into his ear as he slowly built up to a steady rhythm. His hands found purchase in the vast smoothness of her ass, fingers gripping tightly on the pillowy expanse. He didn’t bother holding in his own moans as Hinata leaned forward and awkwardly captured his tongue with her own, as her hands left his chest and fisted in his hair. It all just felt right, natural. Sure, their movements were jerky and rough. Neither of them really knew what they were doing, but that put them on a sort of even ground.
           Naruto’s fingernails dug a bit too deeply, and Hinata reared back, yelping in pain and pleasure as she shifted the friction of their whole interaction. Naruto’s eyes were drawn back to where her belly, well muscled though it was, was distending visibly around him. He was doing that. Noticing his fascination, Hinata rested a hand on the bulge, eyes widening as she finally understood what she hadn’t been able to see.
           She clamped up around him, her eyes closing tight as she fell forward onto his chest, and Naruto realized he’d just made her orgasm. Between that realization, and the convulsions around his cock, he finally tipped over the edge into his own climax.
 
          When Hinata finally came, it wasn’t quite as hard as her time in the woods. Even so, it was mind-blowing, and all the more special for how it had happened.
          When Naruto came a second later, she realized that no dream could possibly do it justice.
          It was a flood of liquid warmth in the deepest core of her physical being, powerful and yet comforting. It filled her faster than she even realized it was happening, jetting into her womb. The waves of her own orgasm worked in tandem with the seemingly endless shots of thick jizz, dragging out every last dreg of ecstasy into a little eternity. She could hear Naruto moaning loudly, and wondered if she was doing the same.
          It was a long while before they both finally stopped, panting like they’d run several marathons. She looked down at Naruto, and saw wonder in his eyes. She hadn’t seen that look in so long. She leaned forward, and kissed him again, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her, and despite every kind of logic she possessed, hoped it would take root.
          It was a simple thought, but far more consequential than she could have known.

