Naruto groaned as he lay sprawled across his bed, his limbs numb, body still twitching from the five-girl wreckage that was his life now.
Sakura had left bite marks down his chest.
Hinata had drawn hearts with her tongue on his thighs.
Ino had ridden him until he begged for mercy.
Sasuko and Itachika were asleep beside him, wrapped around each other like twin flames.
He thought—hoped—he'd have a break.
But fate had other plans.
Knock. Knock.
Then the door opened without waiting for an answer.
He blinked.
"…Temari?"
The blonde kunoichi from Suna stood at the threshold, her fan slung casually across her back, one eyebrow raised.
"Gaara sent me ahead. And what do I find? Half the kunoichi in the village glowing like they just came back from paradise… and you looking like a man who's been milked dry."
She walked in without asking.
Naruto sat up, panic rising. "H-hey, Temari—this isn't what it—"
"Relax," she interrupted, shutting the door behind her and sliding off her fan. "I'm not here to scold you."
Her green eyes locked on his still-stiff cock.
"I'm here to see if you've got anything left."
She was on him before he could respond—shoving him back onto the bed, mounting him with confidence that made Ino look shy.
Temari rode him like a Sandstorm.Fast. Hard. Merciless.
She didn't care who heard.Didn't care that Sakura stirred from across the room and gasped.
Didn't stop when Sasuko sat up, scowling, watching Temari bounce with wild, sand-born grace.
She welcomed it.
"Let them watch," she growled, grinding harder. "Let them see how a real kunoichi takes her man."
She wasn't soft.
She wasn't patient.
And when Naruto cried out, arching beneath her, she slapped his chest and leaned down, biting his neck.
"You're mine now, too."
Afterward, the room was chaos.
Sakura stood, fists clenched.
Ino smirked, already licking her lips.
Hinata covered her mouth, blushing furiously.
Temari lay back with a cocky grin, legs still spread, his cum dripping from between her thighs.
"Well?" she said to the other girls. "Anyone else want a turn, or should I tire him out alone?"