The forest was silent, save for the wind rustling through the leaves—and Naruto's ragged breathing.
He lay against the tree, drained but flushed, his body streaked with sweat and satisfaction. Kagami had left after a lingering kiss and a whispered, "Next time, I go twice." Sasuko curled against him, soft and naked, her pride shattered somewhere between orgasm and afterglow.
But now, the air had changed.
It was colder. Sharper.
Naruto's eyes flicked open.
There, standing just a few feet away, cloaked in black with her long raven hair flowing down her back, was Itachika Uchiha.
She said nothing at first. Just watched.
Her crimson Sharingan spun slowly, methodically, as she took him in—naked, panting, spent but still half-hard.
"Pitiful," she said, voice low and smooth like velvet over steel. "Two kunoichi already? You burn too fast."
Naruto sat up, weakly. "I didn't ask for this—"
"You unleashed this," she interrupted, stepping forward. Her cloak fluttered open with the wind, revealing her bare skin beneath. No bra. No panties. Just Itachika, sculpted and pale, her full breasts exposed, nipples hard in the air, the sleek curves of her body smooth and deliberate.
His eyes widened. His cock twitched—still sensitive, but already responding.
She noticed.
"Hn," she smirked. "So even after two releases… that beast of yours still stands for me."
She knelt in front of him without hesitation.
Her hand gripped the base of his shaft—not soft, not teasing, controlling. She stroked him in slow, ruthless pumps, her eyes never leaving his. The intensity of her Sharingan made his brain burn with heat.
"Your body is mine now," she said softly. "Your chakra. Your seed. Every drop."
Then, with no warning, she took him in her mouth.
But unlike Sasuko's hungry clumsiness or Kagami's teasing skill, Itachika was a weapon. Her throat took him with silent precision, deep and fast, tongue coiling perfectly, her rhythm unrelenting. Her eyes never broke contact. She wanted him to watch—to know who was in control.
Naruto moaned, back arching, fingers digging into the grass.
She didn't stop. Not even when he cried out, hips bucking. Not even when he came—violently, crying her name.
She swallowed it all. Licked her lips. Then climbed atop him like a queen claiming a throne.
"No more resistance," she whispered, guiding him back inside her. "You're going to fuck me until I say you can stop."
She began to ride.
But not fast. Not like Sasuko. Not playful like Kagami.
Deliberate. Crushing. Deep.
Every movement was a test. Every roll of her hips, a declaration of Uchiha supremacy.
"You will remember this," she whispered into his ear as she rode him, her body hot and tight. "Not their warmth. Not their softness. This. My control. My chakra around your cock."
He groaned helplessly, body on fire.
And when he came again—loud, gasping, twitching beneath her—she tightened her inner muscles around him, milking every last drop as she climaxed in perfect, dangerous silence.
Then, after a long breath, she leaned down.
"Good boy," she whispered, kissing his lips for the first time. "Next time, I won't be gentle."
And just like that, she vanished into the night.