Kushina's face was absolutely delectable in that moment.
Flushed crimson from her cheeks down to her neck, lips parted and glistening, eyes half-lidded with a mixture of frustration and barely contained yet clear need; bedroom gaze, if I had seen any. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath made her look like she was on the verge of combusting.
She held my gaze with those beautiful, stubborn yet conflicted eyes of hers, as if willing me to understand what she needed without having to voice it and go through the shame of admitting her desires out loud.
I'd tried to understand this redhead. Oh, I really had. But she kept throwing curveballs at my insight and comprehension of her nature, so I'd decided to stop bothering with analysis.
I would act as I wanted, and either she'd follow or I'd improvise. I was done deifying her or being cowed by whatever complex she had going on.
I…. probably wouldn't have thought this way if she'd acted differently, the way I'd expected her to. But she'd kept our secret for whatever reason. Which was good, of course, but still confusing as hell and against her presupposed nature of her character.
I wanted to fuck her again, and her Uzumaki MILF body was loudly screaming its agreement. Every tremor, every flush, every sharp intake of breath told me she needed to be used, manhandled, and filled until she was satisfied.
That was all that mattered.
And the seal in her belly as well. I forced my mind back on track. Yes, let's focus on that first.
Not getting an answer and too ashamed to give direction, Kushina turned her head back to study that fascinating wall, exposing the elegant line of her fair neck as her red hair spilled across the couch cushions like liquid fire.
Her throat flexed as she swallowed, voice coming out softer than her usual fiery bite — like a spark trying to flare in the rain. "You're... getting too damn cocky, y'know that?" she murmured, eyes half-lidded, breath catching halfway through her words. Her tone was supposed to scold, but it melted at the edges, turned breathy instead of sharp. Her lips twitched, a ghost of a smirk buried in the tremor of her cheeks. "You keep forgetting... who the hell you're dealing with..."
She tried for menace, tried to sound like the Red Hot Habanero of old, but the roll of her hips and the way her words trailed off into a shaky exhale didn't give that impression.
"If I ever had…." I trailed, and before she could respond, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her fair belly just below her navel, right where her womb would be.
She gasped, her entire body going rigid under my mouth, goosebumps flaring up. I could feel her muscles jump beneath the soft skin, could hear the sharp intake of breath that she tried to muffle.
"You keep reminding me," I continued, my breath warm against her skin. This close, I could see every detail of her stomach. Her skin had the faintest sheen of perspiration; it trembled with each breath, the perfect smoothness. So irresistible. She also smelled so good.
Kushina looked down at me with parted lips, dilated pupils, and slow, shaky exhales that she was clearly struggling to control. "That's... that's not part of any massage I know," she managed, though her voice lacked any real conviction.
I found her tame response amusing. It was probably time to escalate, but I decided to test her limits a bit more first.
"Is that so?" I murmured, then pressed an audible kiss directly to her cute navel.
She hummed involuntarily, her hips lifting instinctively toward the contact before she caught herself.
I looked up at her trembling lips and smirked in clear and explicit challenge.
"This... this is probably enough," she said breathlessly. She bit that lower lip but didn't explode into her usual Red Hot Habanero fury, which was exactly the reaction I would have expected from such obvious provocation. "We should stop here."
Her voice was as pleading as when she'd begged me to release her from my embrace earlier, if not more so. And just like before, I couldn't tell what that plea was really for. Was it for me to follow her request, or to ignore it completely? I doubted she knew herself.
Either way, the test had given me a positive result. It was time to push a bit more.
I nodded slowly, and she inhaled sharply through her nose as I began to caress her skin, starting from her stomach and moving outward. My hand traveled from her tummy to her waist, tracing the curve of her wide hips before sliding up to her covered thighs and raised knees. I could feel every little tremor that ran through her as my touch explored new territory.
I rested my hand on her knees and stayed like that, waiting.
She didn't voice any protest despite how adamant she'd been about only touching her stomach earlier. I found that amusing and telling. My breathing started to quicken as I began rocking her knees gently back and forth, my other hand making soothing circles on her stomach.
When there was still no protest forthcoming, my hand started traveling further down her legs, over her shins to her delicate ankles, and finally to her bare feet. Her skin was pale and perfect, soft as silk, and I could feel her pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips as I traced the elegant arch of her foot.
"Those are my feet," Kushina muttered the obvious weakly as I started playing with her toes.
I just hummed in acknowledgment as I cupped her foot in my palm, feeling the warmth of her sole against my skin. Her feet were surprisingly small and perfectly shaped, with cute little toes that curled reflexively when I touched them. I massaged the arch of her foot with my thumb, working out tension she probably didn't even know she was carrying.
"…. you are so—" Kushina began after a while.
"Amazing?" I cut her off with a hungry grin.
"—hopeless," she finished with a sigh that sounded surprisingly comfortable. "You're… completely hopeless." Even as she said that, the older woman closed her eyes as I continued massaging her feet, seeming to melt further into the couch despite herself.
I smiled. The seal was the official reason for being here. The panties, well, had grown an unexpected bonus. But it didn't hurt to make her feel good, did it? To give her a moment of pleasure, yes, but also of relaxation. She carried half the village on her shoulders, after all. Let her have some minutes to simply be.
Besides, I've always liked watching women melt under my touch, seeing them go from rigid and wary to languid and giddy. There was something satisfying—selfish, yes, but honest—in knowing that with a few well-placed touches and the right confidence, I could peel away the defenses of even the strongest ones.
And Kushina… she wasn't just some woman. She was fire pretending to be calm water, every tremor under my palms proving that all her anger and restraint were just badly tied knots waiting to come undone. Maybe it was my touch, or maybe it was my delusions; didn't matter. If I could make her forget her own walls for a few heartbeats, that'd be its own kind of victory.
I worked both her stomach and feet simultaneously, keeping her in a state of relaxed arousal that built slowly and steadily. She didn't react much when my hand on her stomach started pushing for more territory, grazing the underside of her breasts as her blouse rode up slightly. I also pushed lower, my fingers brushing through the soft hair below until I felt the edge of her pubic area before retreating. I kept moving back and forth, testing boundaries while also giving her feet the attention they deserved.
With her legs, I also expanded my territory gradually. I didn't stay confined to just her feet. I moved to her ankles, then her calves, caressing and fondling the smooth muscle there. Her green dress had ridden up with the movement, exposing her fair knees and a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.
She seemed lost in the sensations, her breathing deep and even, small sounds of hums escaping her throat when I hit particularly sensitive spots. Her back arched slightly when I worked a knot out of her calf muscle, and her toes curled when I traced patterns on her stomach.
The mounting arousal in her was obvious – the flush spreading down her chest, the way her nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. My mouth went dry. I wanted to put those pebbles in my mouth, suck them, and bite them. She started subtly rocking her hips that she probably wasn't even aware of.
Eventually, it became too much to resist. My hand, while enjoying the smooth skin of her leg, slipped under her dress and boldly fondled her bare ass. The flesh was warm and incredibly soft, perfectly rounded and fuller than I'd remembered. It filled my palm beautifully, and I couldn't help but squeeze.
Kushina's eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with genuine confusion rather than anger. "What are you doing?" she asked, and it sounded like a real question rather than an accusation.
Oh….. I shouldn't have done that, should I?
Fuck. I was losing control. But I still tried to salvage it. I gave the mature redhead a long, hard stare, tilting my head as I prepared to deploy the Devil's Whisper.
But first, I squeezed her ass cheek once more, this time completely intentional because, well, she wasn't swinging yet.
Her eyelids trembled, and she tried to squirm away, but I held her in place with my other hand on her stomach. A soft whimper escaped her throat.
"Isn't it obvious?" I said, letting the Devil's Whisper color my words as I spoke. "I'm checking if they are ready so we can stop and be on our way."
And this time, I was rather proud of the suggestion composition. By framing my violation of her boundaries as a necessary check for the very thing she'd agreed to, I made the intimate touch seem logical, even considerate. I was positioning the transgression as a means to an end that benefited her. Promising the cessation and resolution that her needy body welcomed and mind undoubtedly screamed for. I was making my boundary-crossing, the key to her relief.
No matter the relief in question here. In fact, this suggestion tied the oppositions together.
"Checking... so we can stop," she repeated slowly, her lust-glazed eyes trying to process the logic through the haze of arousal and Devil's Whisper influence.
She swallowed hard and dropped her head back down, and I caught the redness on her face getting even stronger. "Be quick," she said in a surprisingly calm voice.
I smirked and squeezed her mature ass again.
"Of course," I said even as I gave her behind two small taps for good measure. She jolted at the first but allowed the second, a soft sound escaping her lips.
My dick pressed harder against my pants. This woman was the absolute best, and crossing each boundary felt like... it reminded me of Minesweeper, that old game I used to play during computer class in my previous life.
Each touch was like clicking on a new square, not knowing if you'd hit a mine and blow everything up, or if you'd reveal safe territory that let you advance further. The thrill was in reading the numbers, interpreting the clues, and making calculated risks. It wasn't easy. But with Kushina, her reactions were my numbers, every gasp, every flush, every failure to protest was data telling me which squares were safe to click next.
And just like in Minesweeper, the closer you got to dangerous territory, the more exciting it became. Each successful boundary crossed revealed new safe zones to explore, but you never knew when you'd push too far and trigger an explosion that would end the game entirely.
The difference was, with Kushina, I was starting to suspect that even hitting a mine might not end the game.
It might just change the rules.
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