The torches burned low, casting long shadows across the seal chamber.
At the center knelt the emissaries: Sahara of the Sand, Sayaka of the Mist, Kurohime of the Stone, and Yoriko of the Cloud. Their robes were gone, stripped by glowing chakra threads, leaving their breasts heavy and their pussies slick and bare for all to see.
Around them, the queens circled.
Tsunade's voice cut the silence.
"You wish to carry the Flame? Then you will first carry our mark."
Ino stepped forward, her breasts already dripping with sweet, heavy milk. She grabbed Sahara's chin, forcing the desert woman's lips open, and pressed her swollen nipple into her mouth.
"Drink."
Sahara moaned, golden eyes fluttering as warm milk spilled down her throat, dripping over her lips and onto her naked breasts.
Hinata moved to Sayaka of the Mist. She knelt gently, guiding the teal-haired emissary's face against her chest. Her milk sprayed softly, painting Sayaka's lips until she latched eagerly, whimpering as she suckled like a starving child.
Karin laughed as she gripped Kurohime's jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Let's see how strong the mountain bitch is when she's drenched in another woman's milk." She squeezed her breasts, spraying warm jets across Kurohime's face, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving cleavage.
The stone kunoichi moaned in humiliation and lust.
Sakura approached Yoriko of the Cloud. The bronze-skinned woman smirked — until Sakura grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face between her breasts.
"Drink it. Swallow every drop."
Yoriko's golden nipple rings glinted as she moaned, milk streaming down her throat.
The queens didn't stop there.
Chakra seals burned into the emissaries' skin — glowing marks across their bellies, thighs, and breasts. Binding threads forced their legs open, their pussies glistening, spread wide and exposed.
Sasuko crouched low, her Sharingan glowing as she inspected them. She dragged glowing fingers across their wet folds, smirking at each desperate shiver.
"Pathetic. Already dripping for him."
The emissaries moaned, hips trembling, pussies clenching around nothing as chakra denial seals pulsed above their clits. They begged softly, voices breaking:
"Please… let us cum…""Please, Father of Flame…""Please, queens… we'll serve…"
Naruto sat trembling at the center, cock throbbing beneath his robe, his queens smirking as they prepared the emissaries to crawl.
The first trial was complete.
The women were marked.Humiliated.Hungry.
And Tsunade's voice rang out:
"Tomorrow… the second trial. You will fight for his seed."