Hunter’s sexy snippets

Sakura purred contentedly, sinking lower into the hot, fragrant broth. Noodles wrapped around her limbs, meat and vegetables placed tantalizingly atop her form. She brushed her feet against Hinata's, smiling at the buxom beauty whose breasts floated ponderously in the soup, and whose nipples were covered by strategically positioned narutomaki.

They bathed in a large tub of ramen, patiently awaiting their husband's return. Obi had given them news of his arrival half an hour ago, and Hinata and Sakura had spent that time heating up the premade soup. Now, less than a minute ago, they had finally gotten into the ramen themselves, Hinata seeing their husband coming.

Doubtlessly he could sense their chakra, and most likely he was able to divine their intentions here in the dining room. He had to know what they were doing: if not through his sensory prowess, then surely through simple pattern recognition.

It was an unspoken tradition for the Lord Kamikage to be welcomed home by a steamy bowl of lover ramen. Sometimes it was his daughters, sometimes his wives, sometimes his parents, sometimes his maids, and sometimes his slaves. Whatever the case, he got to bolster his strength with a big, hearty helping of bitch-flavored ramen.

(That was what Ayame preferred to call it, especially when she was the one soaking.)

Sakura smiled at Hinata, playing with the other woman's toes. Footsie was very low level considering the sort of eroticism they indulged in on a regular basis, but it was still a way to enjoy and explore each other's bodies. And it worked them up for the main course too, the dinner show they'd be putting on for their darling.

Hinata licked her lips, an all-seeing byakugan piercing every inch of Sakura's lovely body. She beheld her fellow wife inside and out, appreciating every facet and angle of her sensual loveliness. From modest breasts to a firm, round ass, to a pussy kept nice and tight by Tsunade-sama's medical ninjutsu.

They rubbed their heels together, twisting their ankles this way and that to wrap their feet together. Toes danced and tickled, tracing the contours of naked flesh.

Sakura pressed the ball of her left foot over Hinata's pubic mound, making her let out a gasp.

Hinata rubbed the big toe of her left foot over Sakura's slit, prodding the woman's entrance.

The door creaked open, and Naruto came striding into the dining room. He walked past rows of shirozetsu chairs, and clear glass tabletops supported on the backs of rear-to-rear-to-mouth-to-mouth zetsukos in revealing bondage. Behind him swaggered Anko herself, the woman responsible for furnishing this hall with all of the lovely, live white zetsu-chans.

Naruto looked at the tub of human ramen positioned at the head of the hall, just outside the kitchens. A smile adorned his lips, and a semi-erect cock twitched and bobbed between his legs. Slowly, theatrically, he took a deep whiff.

"Mm, that smells delicious!" he said. "I can't wait to eat."

"They haven't set a chair for you," Anko noted, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

Naruto looked at her over his shoulder. He gave her an amused smile.

"You sound like you're offering," he said.

"Maybe I am," Anko replied.

She smirked, suggestively swaying her hips. Rather than her dominatrix outfit, right now she was still quite naked, and she proudly put it all out on display. Plump, lovely breasts bounced and wobbled. Moisture dripped from a red, puffy cunt. Buttocks flexed and quivered as she walked.

"I hope so," Naruto said, chuckling. "Sasuki and Jikoku might've just been having fun... but you did look very sexy as a chair, Anko-chan."

Anko chortled in response, and gave him a playful wink.

"Then I definitely am!" she said, bowing with a flourish. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled with the motion, dangling lewdly from her chest as she bent close to ninety degrees at the hips. She wagged her rear temptingly, sticking that fine ass up as high as it would go. "Please, permit me the honor of seating your peerless booty on this unworthy body, lord~"

Her tone was playful, cheeky, and just a touch sincere. Naruto grinned, his dick standing up to full mast.

"I suppose I'll allow it," he said with a wave of his hand, facetiously supercilious. "Just because I don't want to eat standing up."

He winked at Anko, and then turned to face his wives in the ramen. Sakura and Hinata, two of the original four. Opposite in many ways, but united in a singular love for him, each other, and their fellow wives and family members.

"Welcome home, honey," said Sakura, nodding to him. She drifted forward in the ramen, bending to float on her belly. A rosy, ruddy rump bobbed in the broth, dotted with seaweed flakes on one cheek.

She nuzzled Hinata's bosom, making a show of licking one of the naruto fishcakes covering the girl's nipples, eating it off of her fellow wife's teat. Wiggling her rear in the soup, lifting it higher to show a cunt distended and stuffed by a sizable carrot, Sakura then ate the narutomaki off of Hinata's other nipple, before nestling her chin in the woman's ample cleavage.

Anko got down on all fours, mashing her generous tits on the floor. She purred lewdly and wiggled her hips, before lifting her ass up and kissing the floor.

"Have this seat, your studliness," she said shamelessly.

Naruto laughed then straddled her, seating himself on Anko's lower back. She curved her spine and raised her hips until those full, firm buttocks were pushing up against the underside of Naruto's phallus. With a bit of grunting and gluteal finagling, she managed to sandwich his manhood in her nether cleavage.

The Kamikage hummed contentedly and gave Anko a cheerful pat on the ass, gripping and kneading one of her cheeks against his cock. With his other hand, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and then turned his attention back to his wives.

"Eat your fill, dear," said Hinata demurely, arching her back. She squeezed Sakura's rear, the pinkette still glued to her tits. "We've made sure to flavor it thoroughly with our love❤"

"Mmph!" Sakura moaned, sucking on Hinata's broth-soaked nipple. "Myesss, mwah~!"

"I will," Naruto said. "I could never not savor every last inch of you girls."

With a wink, he plunged his chopsticks into the soup and pinched up a bundle of noodles floating around Hinata's thighs. He brought them to his lips and noisily slurped them up, spraying flecks of broth over the Byakugan Queen's ample bosom. Hinata shivered at the noises he made as he ate, moaning and slipping a hand between her legs.

Sakura surfaced with a mouthful of soup, and she gave her husband a sultry bedroom stare before leaning forward over Hinata's body and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. He frenched her with a cheerful groan and plucked a few noodles that had gotten wrapped around one of her stiff, erect nipples. She lewdly fed the mouthful of ramen into her husband's mouth, mashing her bust into Hinata's face.

Once Sakura's mouth was empty of all but Naruto's tongue, they broke the kiss apart, and he swallowed before bringing the chopstick-full of noodles up and slurping them down with gusto. Hinata kissed Sakura's chest, grabbing and squeezing one of the modest breasts with her free hand even as she continued to touch herself, before moaning and taking a mouthful of Sakura's other tit.

The pinkette bucked her hips, wagging a lovely ass in the broth. Naruto watched it move with attentive eyes and rocked a bit in his seat, thrusting his dick back and forth where it was hotdogged between Anko's buttocks.

"Oh, yes! Just like that, Hinata! Mm, ohh, you know just how to make me feel good!"

"You girls make a gorgeous pair," Naruto said, slurping up yet more ramen. "I'd go mad watching you if I didn't know I could to fuck those fine asses whenever I want."

Sakura tittered, and Hinata purred into the pinkette's bosom. She arched her back and raised her hips out of the soup, letting broth drip from her privates, noodles tangled around shapely legs.

"We could say the same to you, honey. If we didn't have regular access to that magnificent cock of yours, we'd probably go insane."

"Mmph, mmmm! Yes," Hinata moaned, pulling back and licking one of Sakura's sore, puffy nipples. "We live for your penis, darling. Mmm! Ohh, if I weren't your wife I don't know what I would do... with my insatiable lust for you, Naruto-kun~"

She rolled over in the soup, Sakura finagling to stay on top of her, then turned herself around and raised her large and lovely posterior up into the air. With Sakura straddling her, Hinata presented both of their beautiful, dripping booties to their husband.

Naruto playfully stuffed a boiled egg up Sakura's ass. She stretched to accommodate it, relaxing with decades of practice, but the instant she tensed even a little it was squished by her clenching anus. She cooed shamelessly in pleasure and bounced her rear atop Hinata, smacking her pelvis into maiden-Hyuuga's voluminous rump.

"Aaahhhn!❤" Hinata's buttocks rippled and quaked from the impact, and the woman shuddered from tailbone to nape, gasping and squirming beneath her fellow wife. Her pussy gushed with nectar, and broth dripped down her thighs in glistening pearls of gold.

Beneath Naruto, Anko moaned happily and squeezed her cheeks together. She clenched her buttocks around Naruto's cock, squeezing him in a wonderfully firm vise. He groaned happily and bucked his hips, plucking some more noodles and playfully dipping them in Hinata's cunt.

Then he slurped it up, sucking the noodles out of his wife's pussy. She squealed in a most delightful manner, seizing up and thrashing uncontrollably from the stimulation,. It was wonderfully pleasurable to her, both mentally and physically.

After swallowing, Naruto repeated this process, only dipping the noodles in Sakura's pussy instead. He put his face up close to her crotch as he sucked the ramen back out, flicking his tongue through her folds to lap up every last drop of flavor.

With trademark speed, Naruto did this again, and again, alternating between Hinata and Sakura. He shoved ramen up their cunts as eagerly as he would shove his cock, then sucked it out just as quickly and fervently. He ate them out, using their pussies as dipping trays.

In a way, it was more like how one would eat tsukemen than ramen, but Naruto didn't care. If it meant having noodles as delicious as his wives' pussies, then he was fine with eating his ramen like this. And it was still ramen, after all.

Rapidly and voraciously, he fucked Sakura and Hinata with noodle-laden chopsticks, depositing loads of ramen inside them before eating it back out of their cunts, pleasuring them as they flavored his meal with their delectable juices.

He drank up their nectar like he would slurp up broth, playfully pinching their clits and making them squeal. Deftly, masterfully, he ate his ramen out of his wives, his rhythm flawless as he switched between their pussies so quickly that a lesser mortal could have been forgiven for thinking that he was somehow eating them both out at once.

It was so fast that, to Sakura and Hinata, the stimulation seemed perfectly fluid. It was not a broken up back and forth, from their perspective. Their husband was good enough to make it feel like he was continuously eating them out. They barely even noticed the brief pauses, little more than slight dips in the height of the waves of bliss rolling through their aching bodies.

They screamed their husband's name, shouting it at the top of their lungs. They proclaimed their absolute, undying love for him without doubt or hesitation. They gave themselves to him, and he thanked them with this wonderful pleasure. They did their duty as his wives, and he did his duty as their husband.

He pleasured them as eagerly and gleefully as they pleasured him. He was a perfectly generous, peerlessly passionate lover. Even if he just wanted a quick in-and-out, he still found ways to make every single joining feel wonderful and unique. Despite the frequency of their sexual indulgences, it never got old, never seemed to grow boring or stale.

Their love life was as intense and colorful now as it had been when they first married. Even the most routine activities seemed fresh and new every day with a lover like Naruto. Was then it any wonder that they adored him so?

He finished the ramen in no time at all. Hinata and Sakura were boneless with pleasure, floating senseless in the broth. Numb, buzzing limbs were too weak to support them, and they lay contentedly atop one another as Naruto lifted the massive bowl with uncanny strength, downing the rest of the soup in a single mighty draught.

"Mmm, that hit the spot," he said, letting out a contented sigh. He set the bowl back down and stood up from his seat.

Anko whined a little at this, and looked over her shoulder to pout at the Kamikage.

"You're done already, Kamikage-sama?"

"I've always been a quick eater. Even if I try to pace myself and savor it... hehe, these wives of mine are too delicious not to gobble up as fast as I can."

He reached into the bowl, saying this, and gave Sakura and Hinata each a loving pat on the ass. They squirmed a little and cooed happily, panting and flush with a stubbornly lingering ecstasy. He rubbed and massaged their cheeks absentmindedly for a moment or two, before turning to look at Anko.

"Take care of them, won't you?" he said. "Bring them to the baths and wash them up."

Anko's pout immediately transformed into a beaming grin.

"Yes, Kamikage-sama!" she chirped, shooting up and bowing. "It's a pleasure to obey you, as always!"

Naruto gave the violette a nice hard spank and turned to let her to kiss his ass, before bidding her adieu and heading back out the door