The chamber was silent except for ragged breathing.
Naruto stood at the center, cock still half-hard and dripping with their mixed fluids, golden chakra flickering faintly around his trembling body.
The emissaries watched him hungrily, robes damp between their thighs.
But before a single word could be spoken…
Ino moved first.
She slammed her hand against the seal floor, chakra flaring bright blue.
"Get out," she snarled, glaring at the emissaries through the veil. "This is ours."
Sakura stepped forward next.
Her pink hair clung to her sweat-damp breasts as she gripped Naruto's cock, squeezing his shaft until he moaned weakly.
"You think you can just… watch him… and imagine you understand?"
Hinata knelt behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her heavy breasts and round belly to his back.
"He belongs to us," she whispered softly, though her chakra flared fierce and dangerous.
Karin laughed darkly.
"Let them watch," she hissed, crawling to Naruto and licking the bead of cum from his tip. "Let them see how we ruin him."
Tsunade. Sasuko. Aya. Mizuha. Each woman circled him, eyes glowing with jealousy-fueled lust, chakra threads binding his wrists softly above his head.
Tsunade mounted him first.
She sank down onto his cock with a guttural moan, her milk spraying his chest as she began to ride him hard, hips slapping against his thighs with wet, brutal rhythm.
"Watch closely," she growled at the emissaries beyond the veil. "Watch what you'll never feel."
Hinata straddled his face next, her pussy already dripping with need as she ground down onto his tongue, moaning softly, fingers tangled in his hair.
Ino and Sakura kissed each other hungrily, pressing their leaking breasts together as they stroked his chest, smearing milk and sweat across his skin.
Karin. Sasuko. Aya. Mizuha.
They took turns riding his thighs, grinding their clits against his muscles, moaning his name so loudly the seals trembled with their pleasure.
Naruto was lost.
Bound.Marked.Used.
His cock pulsed again and again, filling each woman with fresh warmth, even as they milked him dry.
And all the while, the emissaries watched.
Trembling.Thighs clenched.Breaths ragged.
Knowing:
They would never own him.
They could only beg to be used.
By dawn, the chamber was silent.
Naruto lay limp on the seal floor, drenched in milk, sweat, and cum, his wives curled around him like feral queens guarding their mate.
And outside the veil, three emissaries knelt trembling in ruined robes.