The room was dark.
Still.
The only sound was slow, shared breathing — eight women, one man, tangled in a bed built for legends.
But somewhere near Naruto's waist… a hand was moving.
Softly.
Slowly.
Fingers sliding up his cock beneath the blanket, coaxing it awake like a sacred ritual.
It was Ino.
Pregnant. Glowing. Half-asleep and half-feral with need.
Her robe was already undone.
Her breasts hung heavy, nipples leaking tiny beads of milk. Her belly rose and fell, warm and full, but her thighs?
Wetter.
She leaned in close, pressing her lips to Naruto's ear.
"You're hard," she whispered, voice like silk.
"I'm always hard around you," he mumbled, still half-asleep.
She kissed his jaw.
"Then put it to use."
Before he could fully wake, she had straddled him.
Guided his cock to her soaked folds.
And sank down.
Slow.
Full.
Every inch.
Naruto's eyes fluttered open.
His hands found her hips.
And he whispered:
"You're so warm…"
Ino moaned softly, grinding instead of bouncing, letting her full belly rest against his abdomen as she rolled her hips like waves.
The others didn't stir.
Hinata curled beside them, smiling in her sleep.
Aya clutched Naruto's hand tighter — but said nothing.
Ino moved slowly.
Purposefully.
Her pussy clenching around him with each stroke, creamy warmth sliding down his shaft.
She bent low, kissed his lips, then whispered:
"Cum in me again. Even if I'm full. I want to feel it…"
He obeyed.
Their lips stayed pressed.
His cock pulsed deep.
And when he filled her, Ino moaned into his mouth — not loud.
Just enough.
Just real.
She collapsed on top of him, panting.
"I needed that."
"I know," he whispered.
And they slept again.
Still joined.
Still leaking.
Still theirs.