The moon rose high overhead, casting a crimson hue through the tent's open flap.
Naruto lay flat on the mat, body limp, cock still twitching, coated in sweat, cum, and chakra residue. His breathing was shallow. His skin—slick. His cock—still hard.
Sasuko straddled his chest now, nude from the waist down, her mesh top torn halfway open, nipples hard and shining with sweat. Her hair was a wild mane around her shoulders, and her Sharingan still spun—slow, deliberate.
She had plans.
And he wasn't going anywhere.
With a flick of her fingers, glowing red chakra threads erupted from her fingertips and wrapped around Naruto's wrists—chakra bondage seals, woven from Uchiha tradition and sexual design.
They tightened.
Snapped to the corners of the tent.
He couldn't move.
His heart raced.
"S-Sasuko—"
She leaned down and silenced him with a kiss.
Then whispered against his lips:
"You're not cumming again until I say."
He blinked. "Wait, I just—"
She sat back and slapped his cock with her palm—firm, audible, lewd. His whole body jolted. His cock throbbed harder.
"Oh gods—"
"Good," she purred. "Still sensitive."
She hovered her soaked pussy over him—barely touching—and began grinding in slow, maddening circles against his shaft. His tip kissed her entrance but never breached it.
He whimpered.
She moaned.
Her wet folds slid against him, coating his cock in arousal. Her hips rolled with Uchiha control—her chakra coiling around his cock like a second set of hands, stroking and squeezing with rhythm.
"S-Sasuko—please—"
"Shhh," she whispered, licking down his chest. "I want to see how many times I can bring you to the edge… without letting you cum."
Her chakra threads tightened on his wrists.
His cock swelled painfully—veins bulging, head leaking precum in thick, steady drips.
Sasuko grinned.
She pressed her thumb against his tip and smeared the leaking fluid across her clit.
Then sat down.
Not on his cock.
On his face.
"Lick me," she whispered. "Earn your release."
Naruto moaned beneath her, tongue immediately darting into her soaked folds. She gasped—grinding down, thighs trembling.
His mouth worked her like a man possessed—desperate, obedient, owned.
And as he licked…
She stroked his cock again with chakra alone—no hands.
It pulsed violently.
His legs twitched.
She brought him to the brink.
Again.
And again.
Each time, she stopped—chakra coiling tight at the base of his cock like a ring, blocking his climax, denying him.
He sobbed into her pussy.
Sasuko moaned, biting her lip.
"You want to cum?"
He nodded, tongue still worshiping her.
"You want to explode inside me again?"
Another nod.
She rode his face harder.
"Then hold it."
He cried out.
She laughed—dark, aroused, possessive.
Her orgasm hit hard—her pussy clenching around his tongue, juices spilling onto his face, thighs shaking violently. She came with a scream, shuddering, clenching her core.
But she still didn't free him.
Instead, she moved back down, mounted him slowly—finally sinking onto his cock with one slow, pulsing thrust.
He gasped—twitching beneath her.
And she whispered:
"Now… I ride you until you beg to break."