He sure stuffed one mouth of hers all right. Superhuman groinal muscles flexed, and Hinata felt her feet leave the floor. But not for long. Tight as she could clamp, she could only hold him out for so long. A damp schlup lit her spine alight as she, at long last, let him in.
Hinata's shaven muff bulged and choked on the cock of her dreams. It spat more honey on the long shaft to slicken the ride. She sank down the first inch through sheer weight alone. Still in the air. Her beloved stud did the rest. Short and fast thrusts that worked his sixteen inch organ into her, half inch by half inch at a time.
When the last four tortured inches schluuuuuuped inside her at long last. Hinata unbirthed the monster born of her sexual gluttony. She found her footing again, clenched and clinging to him. Cervix mashed flat by eleven pounds of raging penis. There was no foreplay, no teasing. No pause to adjust before the earthquake commenced.
Every last one of his iron muscles bent to drive his obscene nail. He spiked her with inhuman speed and force. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Her milk fed his stud-rage and dampened his morals with motherly affection. Muffled by her grand breast his roar made it vibrate. Hinata was far less quiet.
"Ghhhrrraaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" She howled an animal sound. Not high and girlish but guttural and savage. All chest and diaphragm.
Pinned to the bar, Hinata wrapped her legs with her husband's. Eyes glazed and lips parted, she teetered on the edge of losing control. This was why she limited their typical sex acts. Why she leashed him and tempted him with other women. Because even after all her changes, she still wasn't quite sure he would not break her.
Yet she could not turn him away. Never in her entire life. He was her inspiration, her shining star. Nothing would change that. And she would always be the woman he needed, even if that meant transforming herself into a glorified succubus.
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
"Fuuuuuccckkkk!!! Yeeeesssss!!! Give it to me you fucking brute! You god! You demon stud king! Give me all of it! All of it inside me! All of it in my pusssyyyyy…!"
And then suddenly, crack. The bar began to splinter. A small fissure bulged open in a V beneath them. Wood groaned and bent. With every mjolnir smash of his godly hammer the bar split wider… and wider… Until nails popped and the granite top shattered.
The crash should have been loud. But the mad music (warbling now thanks to the trio of girls slobbing the DJ's footlong knob) drowned it all out. All the two lovers knew was that suddenly they were weightless. Falling. He was going to land on her. Ninja reflexes kicked in, Naruto rolled them both mid-air so that he broke her fall.
Oof!
It hurt but pain couldn't stop the thrusting. The grinding and the bulging and the grunting and the groaning and the moaning. Insensate to everything but each other, our favorite obscenely built power couple rolled amongst the broken glass and spilled intoxicants. Until he was on top and she braced herself on the cold tiles. Primed to receive his blows.
Naruto was in his own world, lost in the ecstasy of his wife. Until a soft little sound pricked his ears. Carrying over the porno-corrupted dubstep and the jumbled chorus of their fellow orgy indulgers.
"Naruto-kun…"
The little sound struck a string in his heart. Quietly beneath the cardiovascular bass beat.
Whispered soft and warm, bursting with innocent love. Over the vast pillowy planetoid of her right breast, their eyes met, and Naruto's heart almost melted.
Hinata was back, not the slut she had become, but the woman he'd married. There was still that stubborn core of love in her heart. A core no amount of makeup or gained cup sizes could ever extinguish.
Hinata muffled her yelps and mews into his shoulder. Clung around his neck for dear life while he jackhammered her like a savage wolf. No longer in control, she let him slake his lust using her fit and gloriously bred body.
"Naruto-kun…" She whimpered again.
"…Yeah…" He forced the word out between savage grunts.
"What you said to me— AH<3 earlier, when we were looking for the pump… Mmmoohh yes yes yes…"
He was barely coherent, balanced on his heels over the edge. Hidden in her body somewhere was paradise. If only he could just burrow a little deeper—It took everything he had not to lose himself inside her.
"What… about…?"
"About having another baby— Fuck nooooo…. I—I mean no I mean yes I mean…" Hinata screwed her eyes shut and tried to order her thoughts. Jigsaw pieces left unassembled.
She fought against his colossal meat hammer. Which scattered her fragmented thoughts with every thrust.
"I do want another baby, Naruto. I want all your babies. All our babies. But please promise me one thing…" Her plea melted into a girlish moan. Made low and resonant by the massive pressure of her melon breasts on her chest.
Naruto guided her face to his and rested their foreheads together. A smooth act of love even while he bounced her robust belly like a yoga ball. From the inside. "Anything, Hinata-chan. I'd do anything for you."
"Make this one grow slow, okay? I don't want him to come out too soon. I don't want… Mmm<3 w-want him to live in a world that could turn on him."
Naruto knew what she meant. Their plan was still in its infant stages. The mass sexual corruption of the hidden leaf village and then, eventually, the entire world. Simple hedonism was only one of their motives. The other was safety. A world drunk on flesh was too stupid to betray their family.
"Heh. Heh. You've got it, Hinata-chan."
He flashed her his iconic grin and kissed her. Not roughly and full of tongue like they usually did. But soft, so careful you'd think they were schoolchildren. Hinata walked her long fingers down his muscular back. Worshipped his mighty delts and grotesquely muscular shoulders with her razor slut talons. Lower and lower, until she gripped his equally powerful ass.
"Give it to me, stud." She mustered up all her love and poison and hissed the word in his ear. "Pump my slut belly full of cum. Drown my motherfucking eggs in your nasty nut gruel."
Now another chord twanged inside him. Not in his heart but somewhere much lower down. The deepest point of his sacral flesh. It registered her primal invitation to mate. He realized then that he'd made a mistake. This was still Hinata. There was no division between the wife and the whore. No matter what she would always be the woman he'd married.
"With… Fucking… Pleasure…" He snarled the words out.
Pawlike hands gripped the floor, on either side of her head. Iron muscles bulged and grew, unrestrained now, his last doubts about this new Hinata at last put to rest. The tiles cracked beneath his grip. And he let the demon out.
Red gelatinous chakra bubbled from his stomach. Within seconds it engulfed his body. Spilled booze evaporated from his ambient heat. And his wife gasped as the roiling energy sheathed his fat member. A boiling surface of frictionless and ever-shifting bubbles massaged her inner pink folds. The sheer heat of him melted her pussy to jelly. Four chakra tails sprouted from his lower back and pinned her. Spread her legs in a split shockingly wide for a pregnant woman. And clamped her wrists overhead.
Hinata 'Ohed' and squirmed in her restraints. There was no getting away now. She was about to get what she deserved. For being such a ball-busting tease.
Later, Hinata would not remember when the thrusting began. Only that her man let out a demon's roar fit to shake the rafters. And that most of the windows cracked. She would remember her whole body shaking back and forth. Sticky skin sore against the cold floor tiles.
She would remember Her breasts flopping up and down with every thrust. Alternately slapping her face and her pregnant belly. Until her lipstick smeared their tops and her belly oil slathered their bottoms. She would remember trying to snag a nipple in her mouth, to somewhat alleviate the self-inflicted bitch slapping. Only to realize her mouth would not close around her silent scream.
She would remember her taut belly sloshing.
Shifting up and down on her midsection like a massive fake breast. Precious cargo squirming, woken up by the staccato tummy jiggles. Innocent to what was happening. What was mom doing? Had she climbed into a roller coaster?
She would remember his teratic intruder most of all. Distended all huge and club-shaped by drugs and striated with endless cretian labyrinths of throbbing veins. A Frankenstein-like monster born of her hubris.
Its horrid girth stretched her elastic pinkness wide around its neck. While its length crammed too deep inside her. Hit her cervix with ease and pushed it up into her womb.
The damn thing fountained precum like a porn stud's full orgasm. Leaked it with every thrust and mixed with her juices. Until it back flowed from their joined groins and pooled between their legs. Not that it needed any lubrication. All the extra fluid did was make his thrust loud and sloppy. And her overtaxed insides struggled to find some grip on its ever-shifting surface.