Naruto x Various Females

NaruKUSHI

 was a miracle that Kushina survived that day. The day the Nine Tails Beast attacked. She was so sure that her death was imminent at that moment. She thought it was going to be the last time she would see the world. She her husband and see her new born son. However, it appeared fate had different plans for some unknown reason. She was alive. Her son was alive and she lived on as her husband, Minato, sacrificed himself to save the village.

That was 15 years ago. 15 years of watching her son grow up to be a ninja she could feel proud of. She loved her son dearly and supported anything he wanted to do. His dream was to become Hokage, a dream she supported with everything she had. She adored her son and showed him love and support all the time. She was just glad to see him smiling all the time. His warm smile was her treasure, her dream. She wanted him to be happy.

That wasn't to say that she wasn't lonely. She missed being in the arms of another. For 15 years all she thought about was raising her son as a single mother. Caring for him, cooking for him, teaching him how to become a proper ninja. Of course she did scold him from time to time. He experienced first hand the power of her fury, the one many of her fellow classmates suffered when she was younger. Needless to say, he didn't make her mad that often.

The days Kushina was not involved in missions or official business work were usually spent doing some house chores, grocery shopping or reading some of her favorite novels. On this particular day, she was currently reading a new novel she received from a fellow shinobi. She managed to get through most of the book and the plot was interesting to say the least. It wasn't until she arrived at a particular point that her interest in the novel sky rocketed.

The two main characters were slowly preparing to join together in an act of sex and pleasure. Kushina sat up on the couch and glued her eyes to the paper before her. Her body started to get hot with every sentenced she finished. The two characters were entering into a state of lust and passion and Kushina clenched the book in her hand tightly. Her body was getting aroused and her crotch was was starting to get moist with her fluids. Her clothes were like constricting around her body, outlining her beautiful large breasts and slender waist. She rubbed her legs together to help with the sudden ache in her groin.

Her eyes widened when the novel reached the point of the character's initiation into the bliss and wonder of sex. The author described the moment of their intercourse with such precise description and imagery that it almost felt like she was witnessing their love come to a fruition. She laid down on the couch and let one hand go from the book. She roamed it down her body, feeling the heat radiating off her body across her hand. She lifted her dress and moved her hand down to her aching vagina felt how wet she was through her panties. She moaned when she rubbed her womanhood with her hand, feeling the heat that generated from her opening.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasuring herself. When she wanted to feel more aroused, she would look at the book and continue reading. She felt her body enter a state of rapture as she moved her panties to the side and rubbed her hand against her folds. She couldn't help her imagination run wild as she suddenly took the place of the female character in the story and became her as the male character thrust inside his lover. She continued reading, using her free hand to lay the book down on her chest, turned the page, and then back to reading this erotic work of fiction.

She inserted a finger inside herself and moaned as the characters continued their intercourse. The description of their movements were so clear and precise. It was possibly the best piece of work she had read in such a long time. Maybe because she didn't remember the last time she felt the touch of a man. In fact, she never fell in love again or had sex with any other person than her late husband. Waiting so long felt excruciating for her, but she never found another person to share her love with. In fact, she spent so much time caring for her son that she never bothered looking.