Nico Robin rose from the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, the sheer robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her flawless skin. She closed the distance between them, her hands sliding up Minato's chest, her touch igniting sparks under his skin.
"You've kept me waiting too long," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing.
The scent of her—jasmine and something uniquely her—filled his senses, driving his arousal higher.
"Then let's not waste any more time," Minato growled, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, her moans soft but eager—"Mmmh…"—as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her hips, her massive ass, her heavy breasts.
The sheer fabric of her robe did little to hide her curves, and Minato reveled in the feel of her, soft yet firm, her body yielding to his touch. Nico Robin's moans grew louder—"Ahh… mmmh…"—as his fingers teased her nipples through the fabric, pinching gently until they hardened.
From the corner, Yush watched, his eyes fixed on the shadows behind the veils. The indistinct shapes of their bodies moving together only heightened his arousal, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he leaned forward, desperate to hear more.
Nico Robin's moans were like a drug to him, each one stoking his twisted pleasure.
He had orchestrated this moment, offering his wife to Minato to secure his position in the rebellion. But it was more than strategy—it was a compulsion.
The sight of Nico Robin, his beautiful, unattainable wife, writhing under Minato's touch, filled him with a mix of shame and ecstasy.
His impotence, a source of humiliation, became a source of pleasure when he watched Minato succeed where he failed.
Nico Robin pushed Minato back onto the bed, her eyes dark with lust as she climbed over him, her robe falling open to reveal her naked body.
Her breasts, full and heavy, swayed with her movements, her nipples dark and erect.
Her waist curved inward, accentuating the flare of her hips and the roundness of her ass, which jiggled slightly as she moved. Her thighs, thick and powerful, straddled him, promising both strength and submission.
"You're so beautiful," Minato murmured, his voice thick with lust as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
"Ahh… mmmh… Minato…" Nico Robin moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on her nipple, his tongue swirling, teasing. Her hips bucked against him, her arousal evident in the way her thighs rubbed together, her pussy already wet and aching for him.
Minato's hand slid between her legs, his fingers brushing her clit, eliciting a sharp "Ahhh… yesss!" from her lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that swept her away. Serving Minato, feeling his strength, his dominance, was a high she couldn't resist.
And knowing Yush was watching, his pride shattered, his arousal pathetic, made it even sweeter. She wanted to humiliate him, to show him how thoroughly Minato owned her, how her body responded to the Hokage in ways it never would to her husband.
Minato's fingers worked her expertly, sliding inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot. "Ohhh… fuck… mmmh!" Nico Robin screamed, her body trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders. Yush's breath hitched, the sound of his wife's pleasure driving him wild.
He couldn't see the details, only the shadows of Minato's powerful frame moving over Nico Robin's curves, but it was enough.
His own arousal was painfully evident, his body trembling as he fought the urge to touch himself, wanting to savor every moment.