Naruto: reborn as an Uzumaki

Kenshin moved in and out of her with a rhythm that was both maddening and intoxicating. His thrusts alternated between slow, deliberate strokes that drew out every sensation and quick, hard bursts that made Akane's thighs tremble.

She bit down on her lower lip, the pressure sharp enough to keep her moans at bay, but only just barely. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them into tight knots as she fought to maintain control.

But then Kenshin shifted. His hands slid down to grip her thighs, lifting her legs effortlessly and draping them over his shoulders.

The change in angle sent him deeper than before, hitting a spot inside her that made her gasp sharply, her lips parting as the dam finally broke. 'Oh god,' she thought, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through her like wildfire.

"Ah—!" she cried out, unable to hold back any longer. The moan was loud, unrestrained, and it echoed in the quiet room as her orgasm crashed over her.

Kenshin didn't stop. If anything, he seemed spurred on by her reaction, his pace quickening as her walls clenched around him. He drove into her harder, faster, each thrust pushing her further into the haze of ecstasy.

Akane's cries grew louder, more desperate, her hands fumbling for something—anything—to anchor herself as her mind spiraled out of control. She came again, her body shaking violently as another wave of pleasure tore through her.

When she went limp beneath him, panting and dazed, Kenshin slowed his movements, drawing out each stroke until she could catch her breath. His face hovered above hers, their eyes locking as he leaned in for a kiss.

It was messy, heated, their tongues sliding against each other in a frantic dance. He tasted faintly of sweat and something uniquely him, and Akane couldn't get enough. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer.

He broke the kiss too soon, leaving her chasing his lips as he trailed his mouth down her neck. His teeth grazed her skin lightly before he sucked, the pressure just enough to leave a mark that would linger for a while.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to move inside her. With every thrust, his pace grew rougher, more demanding, until Akane felt herself teetering on the edge once more.

The pressure in his balls was building, an unbearable tension that coiled tighter with each passing second. Kenshin gritted his teeth, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he tried to hold on just a little longer. But it was no use.

With a guttural groan, he came suddenly, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside her. The warmth of his release spread through her, mingling with the aftershocks of her own climax, and Akane let out a soft whimper as she clutched him close.

He pulled out slowly, his movements sluggish as he caught his breath. Their bodies were still tangled together, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he rested his forehead against hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Then Kenshin tilted his head, capturing her lips in another kiss.

This one was slower, more languid, but no less intense. His tongue explored her mouth lazily, savoring the taste of her as his hands roamed over her body.

When he finally broke the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes dark with desire. "You're not done yet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. There was a wicked gleam in his gaze, a promise of more to come, and Akane felt a thrill run through her despite her exhaustion.

She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, Kenshin was already moving. His hands slid under her hips, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself at her entrance once more.

The tip of his cock pressed against her, teasing her sensitive flesh, and Akane's breath hitched. "Kenshin—" she started, but her words were cut off as he thrust into her again, filling her completely.

This time, he set a relentless pace from the start, his hips snapping forward with a force that left her breathless. Akane's hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she tried to steady herself.

Her mind was a haze of pleasure and need, every nerve in her body alight with sensation. She could feel the heat building inside her again, her body responding to his even though she was already so spent.

"That's it," Kenshin growled, his voice rough with arousal. "Let go, Akane. Stop fighting it."

His words were all it took to push her over the edge. Her orgasm struck without warning, washing over her in a blinding wave of pleasure. She cried out, her back arching as her muscles clenched around him, pulling another groan from his lips.

Kenshin didn't slow down; if anything, he seemed to grow even more determined, his thrusts growing sharper, more erratic as he chased his own release.

It wasn't long before he followed her, his body stiffening as he came deep inside her once more. The force of his climax had him burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he shuddered. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies still connected as they rode out the aftermath together.

When he finally pulled out, Kenshin collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Akane turned her head to look at him, her black eyes soft despite the exhaustion etched on her face.

She reached out to brush a strand of dark hair away from his forehead, her touch gentle. "You're insatiable," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kenshin chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Only for you," he replied, turning his head to meet her gaze. His hand found hers, intertwining their fingers as he brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss to them. "I love you."

And then, Kenshin sat up, his chest still rising and falling with the remnants of their shared climax. His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he took in the sight of Akane sprawled out beside him, her raven-black hair fanned out against the sheets like a silken halo.

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her gaze as she watched him form a cross with his hands. The air around them seemed to shift, charged with an electric energy that made her breath hitch.

Poof.

In a swirl of smoke, a shadow clone appeared. Akane's eyes widened, not because of the shadow clone itself, but because of what it implied. Her pulse quickened as her gaze darted between the two Keshins, one real, one clone, both radiating the same undeniable desire.

"Kenshin…" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you planning… a threesome or something?"

The real Kenshin leaned in closer, his hand brushing her cheek as he nodded, his grin growing wider. "I thought it was time we explored something outside the usual one-on-one," he murmured, his tone low and teasing.

"We're shinobi, after all. Why not take advantage of our abilities? Besides…" His fingers trailed down to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You've been a very naughty sister these past few days. You need a bit of extra punishment."

Before she could respond, the clone Kenshin moved in, his lips descending on her breast with unrelenting hunger. He took one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

Akane gasped, her back arching off the bed as the sensation sent jolts of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands flew to his red hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she tried to steady herself.

The real Kenshin didn't give her a moment to recover. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to claim hers with possessive urgency. The dual assault left her reeling, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations.

The clone Kenshin continued his relentless attention, switching between her breasts, sucking and gently biting her hardened nipples while his hand worked the other, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers.

Akane moaned loudly against Kenshin's mouth, her legs trembling as the pleasure built within her. It wasn't long before she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

Her body convulsed, her cries muffled by Kenshin's lips as her release consumed her. When it finally subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, limp and utterly spent.

But the two Keshins weren't done. They barely gave her time to catch her breath before positioning themselves on either side of her. The real Kenshin knelt above her, his cock rock-hard and straining just inches from her face.

The clone Kenshin moved behind her, his length pressing against her soaked entrance. Akane's eyes widened slightly as the real Kenshin's voice turned stern, commanding.

"Be a good sister, Akane," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Get to work."

She hesitated for only a moment before accepting the challenge. With a deep breath, she shifted onto her knees, positioning herself in front of his cock.

Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him. As she began to move, her own mischievous idea formed.

Forming the hand seal, two shadow clones of Akane appeared, smirking just as wickedly as she was. One positioned itself in front of the clone Kenshin, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, while the other moved to the real Kenshin, mirroring her movements with the other clone.

The real Kenshin groaned, his hands gripping Akane's hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Meanwhile, the clone Kenshin entered her pussy from behind, his thrusts perfectly synced with the rhythm of her lips around the real Kenshin's cock.

The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, muffled moans, and the slick slide of bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The clone Akane working the real Kenshin's mouth broke away briefly, her lips swollen and glistening. "You really outdid yourself this time, little brat," she teased, her voice breathless. But Kenshin didn't respond—he was too caught up in the pleasure of two sets of skilled lips working him over.

The real Akane's movements became more deliberate, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock before sinking down again, taking him as deep as she could. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a silent challenge in her gaze. Kenshin growled, his hips jerking forward as he struggled to maintain control.

The clone Kenshin, meanwhile, was relentless, driving into her with precision, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.

One of his hands gripped her hip, holding her steady, while the other reached around to tease her clone's clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through their already oversensitive bodies.

Akane's moans grew louder, her concentration faltering as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her once more. She felt both of them—the real Kenshin and his clone—working her body in perfect tandem, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

And when she finally tipped over, her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, pulling her under in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

Her scream was muffled by Kenshin's cock as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably. The clone Kenshin didn't stop, continuing to thrust into her even as she trembled, prolonging her release until she was nothing more than a quivering mess.

When she finally pulled away, gasping for air, the real Kenshin's grip tightened in her hair. "You're not done yet," he growled, his voice strained with restraint. "Keep going."

Akane glanced up at him, her lips curving into a sly smile despite her exhaustion. "Yes, sir," she whispered before diving back down, determined to push him over the edge just as thoroughly as he had done to her.

Akane's lips wrapped around Kenshin's cock with renewed determination, her tongue swirling along the sensitive underside as her hands massaged his balls, coaxing every drop of pleasure from him.

The clone Kenshin moved in perfect sync with her, thrusting deep into her pussy each time she took the real Kenshin's length fully into her mouth.

The rhythm was almost hypnotic, the two Kenshins working in tandem to push Akane to the brink once more.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet, lewd squelching and muffled moans as the clone Akanes pressed themselves against both Kenshins, their tongues exploring each other's mouths in a fervent dance.

The real Kenshin felt a surge of power as he watched Akane struggle beneath him, her body trembling under the combined assault of his cock in her mouth and his clone's relentless thrusts.

One hand gripped the back of her head, holding her steady as she bobbed up and down on him, while the other teased at the clit of the clone Akane in front of him.

His clone mirrored his actions, fingers dancing over the other clone Akane's sensitive nub, driving them both closer to the edge. The clone Akanes gasped and writhed, their movements growing frantic as they felt the pressure building within them.

"Kenshin… I can't—" one of the clone Akanes moaned, her voice breaking as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her body convulsed, and with a loud cry, she burst into a puff of smoke, her memories and sensations flooding into the real Akane.

The second clone followed suit, her climax even more intense as she dissolved into nothingness, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through the real Akane.

Akane's eyes widened as the overwhelming rush of sensation hit her. Her body shuddered violently, her thighs clamping around the clone Kenshin's hips as she came hard, her scream muffled by the real Kenshin's cock still buried in her mouth.

She felt like she was being pulled apart, her mind fracturing under the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

"Fuck… Kenshin… I can't…" she managed to gasp between desperate breaths, her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to ground herself. But Kenshin wasn't done yet. His smug grin only widened as he looked down at her, his grip tightening in her hair.

"Is that all you've got, Akane?" he teased, his tone laced with amusement. "You're the older one, remember? You shouldn't be hitting your limit before me."

Akane's brows furrowed, her pride flaring up despite her exhaustion. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her throat than ever before, her tongue working feverishly along his shaft as her hands kneaded his balls.

The clone Kenshin matched her intensity, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving into her with a force that made her see stars.

"That's it," the real Kenshin growled, his voice strained with restraint. "Take it all. I'm not gonna hold back today, Akane. You're mine now."

She could feel his orgasm building, the tension in his muscles coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a low groan, he came, his release flooding her mouth as he held her head firmly in place.

Akane gagged slightly, struggling to swallow the sheer volume of cum as it spilled out of her mouth and nose, tears streaming down her face.

"K-Kenshin… too much…" she choked, coughing violently as she pulled away, her body collapsing onto the bed in a trembling heap.

The clone Kenshin slowed his thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm her further, but the damage was already done. Akane lay there, utterly spent, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Kenshin's expression softened as he looked down at her, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. 'I guess it's harder on her than it was on me. Maybe I pushed too much.'

He deactivated his shadow clone, the memories and sensations of their encounter flooding back into him in a dizzying rush. He collapsed beside her, his own breathing ragged as he reached for the wet wipes on her dresser.

Gently, he wiped her face clean, his touch tender as he brushed away the remnants of their passion. Akane cleared her nose, sneezing into the wipe he handed her before leaning back against the pillows, her eyelids heavy.

"Sorry," Kenshin murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I might've pushed you a bit too far."

Akane managed a weak smile, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "Don't apologize… you damm brat. I loved every second of it."

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her as she drifted off to sleep, her body finally giving in to the exhaustion. He lay there, watching her peaceful expression.

He settled beside Akane, his arm draped protectively over her as his eyes drifted to the clock on her bedside table. It was already past 2 pm. Yukari was likely in the kitchen preparing lunch.

He let out a quiet sigh, content to just lay there for a moment longer. But as his gaze wandered across the room, his heart sank. His attention landed on the soundproofing seals etched on the walls and floor—completely inactive.

His eyes widened as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. 'The seals weren't active.' He had been so consumed by the heat that he hadn't even thought to turn them on.

Using his sensory abilities, though limited compared to his mother's, he confirmed the seals hadn't been triggered at all. Panic crept up his spine as he recalled Akane's uninhibited, loud moans during their earlier activities.

Kenshin's face turned pale as he slowly looked at Akane, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him, utterly unaware of his growing horror. He groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. "I should've been more careful…" he muttered under his breath.

But after a moment of self-recrimination, he straightened up, his expression shifting to a resigned shrug. "It was bound to happen someday," he said to himself.

Letting out a long breath, Kenshin laid back down beside Akane, wrapping his arm around her once more. He closed his eyes, letting exhaustion overtake him as sleep claimed him within minutes.

An hour earlier, Yukari had returned home from the Uzumaki library, her mind preoccupied with the lessons Ashina had been giving her on basic sealing jutsu.

Despite being an Uzumaki, decades of living a civilian life, coupled with being forced to neglect her sealing studies, had left her struggling to grasp even the fundamentals.

At 45, while still relatively young by Uzumaki standards, she found it difficult to keep up. She resolved to take things slow, reminding herself that progress was still progress.

As she stepped through the door, setting down her belongings, an unexpected sound reached her ears—no, loud moans from upstairs. Yukari froze, her face immediately turning as red as her hair as she realized what she was hearing.

Her wide eyes darted toward the ceiling as her mind raced. "Aren't their rooms supposed to be soundproof?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

Flustered and unsure of how to handle the situation, Yukari quickly retreated out the door and back toward the Uzumaki library, determined to avoid further embarrassment. As she arrived, she was greeted by Ashina, who gave her a concerned look.

"Yukari," he said gently, his voice carrying the usual wisdom. "What happened?"

Yukari bowed deeply, her voice wavering as she replied, "My apologies, Ashina-sama. I… I encountered something I should not have."

Ashina's expression shifted slightly, his concern deepening. "Something troubling?" he pressed, his tone careful, yet firm.

Yukari hesitated, her blush deepening as she struggled to find the right words. Finally, she took a deep breath and, with as much respect as she could muster, said, "It was… your great-grandchildren, Kenshin-sama and Akane-sama. They were in the middle of… activities, and I overheard."

Ashina froze, his sharp mind immediately catching on to her meaning. His expression remained composed, though the slight twitch of his eyebrow betrayed his discomfort. He didn't press further, the blush staining Yukari's face telling him everything he needed to know.

"I see," Ashina said after a pause, his tone neutral. "You handled it well by leaving."

Yukari nodded quickly. "I thought it best to wait it out here, Ashina-sama. My apologies for disturbing you."

Ashina gave her a small nod, his gaze softening. "There is no need to apologize. It is natural for young people to… lose themselves in moments of passion. You acted appropriately."

Yukari bowed again, grateful for his understanding, though her face remained beet red. "Thank you, Ashina-sama."

Ashina turned his attention back to the sealing scroll he'd been studying earlier, his composure fully intact.

But as Yukari excused herself to regain her focus, he couldn't help but sigh internally. "Children these days. Too careless. But I suppose they are Kana's children. She was probably the same at their age. I should talk to them about it sometime. After all, their mother probably won't be useful."

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