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Chapter 02 - Kushina Uzumaki II
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 12:38:03 +0000 UTCDevil’s Whisper is psychological jiu-jitsu. Far from being a brainwashing bullshit. It imbues the user's voice with an unnatural persuasiveness and trustworthiness. It doesn’t overpower. It redirects. If used right, by the skillful, a target’s own emotions would turn against them.
It’s potent against the vulnerable but useless against the prepared or content.
Kushina Uzumaki was strong. An able kunoichi. Fierce. Stubborn. Impulsive. A woman who never shy from violence. From what I remember her in the show, the possibility of it working on her was below zero.
I was ready for it. For a broken nose. A shattered rib, maybe. To called a pervert, not unlike Jiraiya the Seinen. For Naruto to hear about it and punch me himself. Maybe earn myself a permanent nickname. "Pervert" would follow me through the village for years.
But that it. I was her son's friend. She wouldn't actually kill me.
I was not ready for this to work.
I had played my hand like a delusional gambler. Shot my shot on impossible odds. Laughable, even. Like buying a lottery ticket when your chances are one in millions. A ticket a week for 269,000 years and for chance to snicker your way.
Yet people still buy them all the time.
Because as long as the chance exists — even if it’s atom-sized, microscopic, damn near impossible — it’s still a chance.
And it is so, so intoxicating.
And what was the risk? A beating? A ruined reputation?
On the other hand…
The possibility — no matter how small — of fucking the hottest milf in Konoha…
Looking at her, her early words come to mind, loyal wife, she said, what a joke. Almost scoffed. But held it in as I palmed her mom ass to my heart content. She didn't pull away this time, rather, she leaned into my touch.
Her breaths become shallow. This shouldn't be happening. Her face is flushed, a deep crimson spreading from her neck. Her heart hammers against her ribs. He's so bold. She can't believe she's doing this. Minato... She's so caught up in the moment. A strange heat pools low in her belly. She doesn't even realize what she was doing. Just letting herself enjoy the feeling. Just for a moment.
When I was confident she was too caught for second thoughts, I broke the the kiss and looked into her unfocused eyes. Pupils dilated, face flushed, a stark contrast to her usually sharp features. Indeed, that is not the face of someone having second thoughts, or any thoughts for that matter.
I was of the mind to tease her a bit; get that fire in her going. So far she had been an easy catch and a bit underwhelming, but I thought better of it. This but the first encounter and she was not prepared. In the future she will be more guarded, more cautious and more thrilling.
For now however, I let myself enjoy her mature body and give her a taste she will remember. I leaned forward and my lips traced her fair neck, any women's weak point, gentle kisses, teasing nibbles, and delicate bites. Being careful to not leave marks; her husband is a scary fellow.
She gasped. A sharp, involuntary sound. Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled hiccup. Her body shivers, a tremor running through her limbs. My lips and teeth teasing her skin. She tries to stay still, maintain some semblance of control. But she can't help but squirm in my grasp. A strange pleasure mixes with a potent guilt.
One hand reluctantly left her supple rear and slid up to the tie at the back of her green dress that I often mistake as I apron. The tie was not responsible for holding the dress, it only secured it to her waist for a proper fit. Endowing it will however will let me slid my hand inside, for an unfiltered and direct touch with her rear bare skin.
She froze. Every muscle in her body tensed. My hand mad contact her skin. A jolt of pure sensation shoots through her. Gasped. She's too stunned to say anything. Her face was flushed, burning hot and red like her hair. Her heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
I probably shouldn't, lest I spook her off her state, but I decided to break her stunned silence by biting down on her earlobe. I whispered softly, close to her ear, “So smooth...... So nice.” My other hand joined the former, under her dress and started jointly working on her mom ass. “How can a man stay sane before you, huh, Kushina-san?”
Her eyes squeezed shut. His voice... She was trying to remain composed, hold onto some thread of her usual self. It was difficult. Her breath was shallow, coming in ragged puffs. She was not sure what to say. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of confusion and a strange, undeniable arousal. Her body was reacting in ways she was never experienced before.
She squeeze my biceps before pushing slightly. I thought she the game reached its its end, but her eyes told otherwise. She proved her Jonin rank was not unwarranted and aggressively pulled me into a kiss, one she initialed, one she want to take control off.
A surprising, sudden surge of boldness. A passionate kiss. Her hands, previously hesitant, now griped my biceps. They run through my hair, tangling in the strands. She took charge, pulling me close, molding our bodies together. Holding me tight. She was not letting go. She wants to make this moment last as long as possible.
The kiss was... much like the first and the one after that. A bit more aggressive from her part but still awkward.
Kushina had been a married woman for seventeen years now, yet her kissing skills were lamentably subpar. Almost sad if it didn't work so well for me.
I let her tongue play its little game of control, she surely was familiar with, in her married life. Her husband may be scary in the battlefield but at home, it seems, he was not much of a proactive man. I should thank him though, by making his wife happy.
After a moment of a pathetic play, I decided to start teaching the older woman that a man in control was better. My tongue danced with her and slowly started pushing into her mouth. Something she seem to have taken as a challenge.
She was taken by surprise. The sudden aggression. A jolt then a spark of defiance. But she didn’t pull away. She meet me intensity. Matches my energy and pushed back. Her hands warping around my neck, nails digging slightly into my skin. She pulled closer. A primal urge takes over.
But a passionate kiss was not about aggression, it about the technique, the pace, the angle, the position.
She's trying to keep up. A frantic dance of tongues. But she was clearly not used to this. Her body was trembling, a full-body shiver. Her heart was pounding, a wild drumbeat in her chest.
Not sooner, I was invading the married redhead's mouth, and that was when she started losing the battle.... and her panties too.
But she was so caught in the moment she didn’t realize either, that was, till I lost control over my hands and a digit was prematurely inserted into her slick and warm womanhood.
She froze. The kiss breaking abruptly. Her face turning even more bright, a blush that spreads down her chest. She pulled away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looks with eyes wide shock. A hand instinctively moved to cover her mouth and wipe the saliva in her chin.
Already over?
I was half mind to pull my digit out of her, but I already chewed more that plausible, now I just want to see how far I can got before things crash out. So I locked into her still fogy violet eyes and curled my finger, stirring her insides and watching her face contort to my ministrations.
That was how a coaxed her into a climax.
She went into a funny speechless expression. Even as her body started jerking around and her toes pushing the floor. Her face slick with a sheen of sweat. She was breathing heavily, ragged gasps escaping her lips. Her body still trembles.
Her inner folds clenched and unclenched around my finger as strength seem to leave her body. That only lasted for a brief moment. Not the clenching parts, that continued for a while, but the strength leaving her.
It make sense I guess, she is an Uzumaki.
Her lips parted as she breathed heavily. Kushina was in shock. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She can't believe what just happened. Did that really just...? Her body felt strangely light, yet intensely aware.
“That was.. Nice, wasn't it, Kushina-san?” I asked with a light tone, my finger still buried inside her.
Stared was her answer. Her eyes wide, unfocused. Speechless. Her throat felt tight, words caught in her chest. She was too stunned to say anything.
“Huh? Are you those type that like quiet during fun times?“
She shakes her head slightly. A small, almost imperceptible movement. “I'm just...... Surprised.”
Understatement of the century.
“Is that so?” I tilted my hand and curled my finger. Her rosy cheek trembled while closing one eye, “And why is that?”
She looked away. Averting my gaze, shame creeping in. “I just...... Didn't expect this to happen.”
She made no mention of the intruding finger stirring her married cunt.
“Not expecting things to happen,“ I smiled, “isn’t that the definition of surprise.“
She blushes again, which I never thought possible. “You know what I mean. I'm married.”
No, I do not know. I nodded. “Being married come with a lot of burdens,” I Whispered, time to reinforce my suggestions. “I'm only here to lift some of that burden of your shoulders and relieve some your stress.”
She was silent for a moment. Her eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at me. Thinking. Something I presume was not easy with a finger edging her. Then she turned her gaze around, a small, hesitant smile playing on her lips. “You're... Such a flirt.”
Oh, I seem, I can still push further.
“And you are....” I said as I lifted her by the ass. Her hands instinctively wrapped around my neck and legs locking around my waist. “Ready for more.”
“Oh my goodness, put me down!“
“Wow you are so light!” I teased as I walked, with her on me like a red furious koala, to the open kitchen’s table, leaving her disregarded panties behind. “Are you sure you are Naruto's mom and not his sister?”
“Enough of that.” She said raising her voice a little, “I'm his mother and I'm not a child. I'm a grown woman.“
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said half listening to her yapping as I put her down on the table and by design found myself between her legs.
Realizing this the panties-less woman, looked away. Her gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond me. “This is wrong.“ She said and I didn’t know it it was for me or for her.
“It is not wrong if we both enjoy it,” I said casually unzipping my fly. Her green dress too lose and too long, hiding my primed member from her view but not from her slicked and prepared womanhood. “I’m wholly enjoying this. Are you not?”
Not acting her age she shyly looked away. A moment of stubborn silence. “I'm not going to answer that.”
“You don't have to,” I leaned down to take her lips.
She pulls away slightly, a last-ditch effort at resistance. “Stop.”
Trying to regain composure? When I leaned for a second time, her lips were already puckered and welcome my kiss. I kept on where we stopped even if it seems her tongue learned nothing of its previous defeat. She progressively tightened her hold on my neck as the kiss deepened. Weak to kisses? She quickly got caught in the moment, enough to not realize my member closing on her exposed folds.
Even in the dark, my shaft had not issue to find her entrance, the entrance that gave birth to the child of the prophesy.
The older woman froze. Finally noticing? Her eyes widening in surprise, then a flicker of… fear?
I was so tempted to just go in, one single push and I'm in heaven. The temptation was too strong. So easy, yet.... I know not from where this strength come from I stopped there at her folds, her slick lubricating my member. “It is alright,” I looked her in those unsure yet desire filled eyes, “it will be good, I promise,” I said, nodding slowly and repeatedly, trying to coax a nod from her.
Her consent in this critical juncture will shield me from her wrath or any resentment she may harbor will be directed at herself. It may also server other way.
A mixture of apprehension and longing. “I can't do this.” she said barely above a whisper.
But you want to.
I smiled encouragingly. “Don't worry, you're doing great.” I stroked her red hair gently like she was a mere teenager in her first time. “We've already taken things this far, shared such amazing moments.” I enforced my words with a Whisper. “It only natural to keep going.”
Slowly, hesitantly, the mother, wife, and kunoichi nodded.
