Chapter 164: +18 Hinata chooses and makes a dream reality.

You step forward cupping her face in both hands, tilting her chin up. Her lavender eyes meet yours - wide, luminous, trembling with anticipation. You kiss her slowly, deliberately, tasting the faint sweetness of tea still on her lips. She melts into it, her fingers curling against your bare chest, a soft moan escaping into your mouth.

You pull back just enough to see her flushed cheeks, then press your lips to her jaw. Down the curve of her neck - slow, open-mouthed kisses that make her shiver. Her head falls back, exposing the long pale line of her throat, and you take your time there, sucking gently at the sensitive skin until she gasps.

"Goshujin-sama..." Her voice is barely a whisper.

Your mouth travels lower. The hollow of her throat. The swell of her collarbone. You pause at her breasts - full, heavy, nipples already stiff and dark pink against her pale skin. You take one into your mouth, tongue circling the peak while your hand claims the other, squeezing with possessive pressure that makes her arch off the mattress.

"Ah - please -"

"Please what?" You bite down gently on her nipple.

She can't answer. Her fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles white.

You work her breasts with cruel patience - switching between them, sucking hard enough to leave marks, pulling back to blow cool air across wet skin before diving in again. Her breathing fractures into desperate little pants. By the time you release her, both nipples are swollen and glistening, red marks blooming across the pale flesh of her breasts.

Your mouth continues its descent. Down the plane of her stomach, tongue tracing the faint lines of muscle beneath soft skin. You pause at her navel, dipping in, and she squirms - ticklish there, you remember. You do it again, deliberately, and she whimpers.

Then lower.

You kneel between her spread thighs, looking up at her. Her pussy is flushed pink, glistening with arousal, the dark hair above trimmed short. Her thighs tremble as you hook your hands behind her knees and push them wider.

"This is the last time," you tell her, your breath hot against her folds. "The last time I taste you as a virgin."

"Goshujin-sama -" Her voice breaks.

Your tongue finds her clit.

The first stroke is slow - a long, flat drag from her entrance to the swollen bud at the top. She cries out, hips bucking. You pin them with one forearm across her pelvis, holding her still while your tongue works in careful circles.

You build her slowly at first. Gentle lapping, teasing pressure that makes her whine and strain against your hold. Then harder - sucking her clit between your lips, tongue poking rapidly while two fingers slide inside her. She's tight, impossibly tight, her walls clenching around your knuckles as you curl them upward.

"I can't - I'm going to -"

You pull back. Just enough. Her frustrated sob is exquisite.

"Not yet," you murmur against her thigh, pressing a kiss. "I'm savoring this."

You return to her - rougher now, claiming her with your mouth. Three fingers inside, pumping steadily while your tongue devours her clit. Her thighs clamp around your head. Her hands find your hair, pulling, desperate. The bond pulses between you - her pleasure feeding into yours, yours sharpening your technique.

When you finally let her come, it's with your mouth sealed over her clit, sucking hard, fingers buried deep and curling against that spot that makes her whole body seize. She screams - actually screams - her back arching off the bed, legs shaking violently. You ride it out, tongue still working, extending the orgasm until she's sobbing and pushing at your head.

You release her slowly. Kiss her inner thighs. Her pussy is swollen and dripping, flushed deep pink, her clit still twitching with aftershocks.

Hinata lies there wrecked, chest heaving, lavender eyes glazed and unfocused. Tears streak her cheeks - not pain, just overwhelming sensation.

"Goshujin-sama," she breathes. "Please. I want... I'm ready."

She reaches for you, hands trembling, pulling you up toward her.

You kiss your way back up her trembling body. Her stomach, still quivering with aftershocks. The valley between her breasts, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Each nipple, swollen and sensitive, drawing a sharp gasp when your lips brush them. Her collarbone. The pulse hammering in her throat. Finally her mouth - and she kisses you back with desperate hunger, tasting herself on your lips, her fingers clutching your shoulders.

You hold her as she comes down, one arm beneath her shoulders, the other hand stroking her hair. Her breathing gradually steadies. The tears on her cheeks have dried. Her lavender eyes find yours - still glazed, still overwhelmed, but burning with something fierce beneath the haze.

"I told you what I want," you murmur against her lips. "Now take it."

She nods. Her hands press against your chest, pushing you back onto the mattress. You go willingly, settling against the pillows of your old bed - the bed you slept in alone for years, fantasizing about exactly this woman in exactly this position. Your hands find her breasts immediately as she straddles your hips, palms cupping the heavy swell of them, thumbs dragging across her stiff nipples.

"Ah -" She bites her lip, grinding down against your cock. You're hard, achingly hard, and she can feel every inch of you pressed against her slick folds. Her hips roll experimentally, sliding your shaft between her pussy lips without taking you inside. The wetness of her heat coats your length.

You knead her breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, watching her face above you. Her dark hair falls around you both like a curtain. Her Byakugan veins aren't activated - she's entirely present, entirely here, entirely yours.

"Goshujin-sama," she breathes. She reaches between them, wrapping her fingers around your cock. Her grip is tentative, exploring. She positions you at her entrance - the hot, wet tip of you pressing against her virgin opening.

She pauses. Her thighs tremble on either side of your hips.

"I choose you," she whispers. And sinks down.

The first inch splits her open and she cries out - a sharp, startled sound. Her walls clamp around you, impossibly tight like a vice around your tip, her hymen stretching and then giving way with a brief flare of pain that makes her whole body seize. You grip her breasts harder, thumbs circling her nipples, grounding her with sensation as her pussy struggles to accommodate you.

"Breathe," you tell her. "Slowly."

She does. Inch by agonizing inch, she takes you deeper. Her face contorts - pain and pleasure warring across her features, her mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. You don't thrust. You let her set the pace, your hands working her breasts, rolling and squeezing and pinching her nipples until the pleasure begins to outweigh the stretch.

When she's finally seated fully - your cock buried to the hilt inside her virgin pussy, her thighs flush against yours - she opens her eyes. They're wet. They're luminous. They're fixed on your face with an expression of absolute devotion.

"I did it," she whispers. "I chose you."

She begins to move. Slow, experimental rolls of her hips - finding the angle, the rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each movement, heavy and full in your kneading hands. A moan escapes her as she discovers the friction, the fullness, the way your cock drags against her inner walls.

"Goshujin-sama - it's - I can feel you everywhere -"

Her pace quickens. Still gentle, still learning, but growing more confident with each stroke. Her pussy clenches around you rhythmically, still so tight it borders on painful. The bond between you thrums with shared sensation - her pleasure feeding into yours, yours amplifying hers.

You let her build slowly. Just your hands on her breasts - kneading the heavenly flesh, fingers dragging across her swollen nipples in slow circles and the slow, deep roll of her hips as she finds her rhythm.

Hinata rides you with increasing confidence. Each stroke sinks you deeper into her tight pussy, her wet walls gripping your cock like a fist, the friction exquisite and maddening. She's learning quickly what angles work - tilting her pelvis forward so your shaft drags against her clit on the downstroke, grinding her hips in a slow circle when she's fully seated.

"Goshujin-sama -" Her voice breaks into a moan. "You feel - I can feel you so deep -"

You squeeze her breasts harder, fingers sinking into the soft pale flesh, and she gasps. Her pace quickens. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the bedroom of your old home - the room where you spent uncounted nights imagining exactly this, Hinata Hyuga naked and flushed above you, her dark hair swaying, her lavender eyes locked on yours with desperate devotion.

The fantasy is real now. Better than real.

She plants her hands on your chest, bracing herself, and begins riding you harder. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, heavy and hypnotic, your fingers catching her nipples on every downstroke. The bond between you thrums with shared sensation - you feel her pleasure building, the tightening heat in her core, and she feels yours feeding back into her, amplifying everything.

"I'm - Goshujin-sama, I'm going to -"

"Together," you tell her, voice rough. Your hands slide from her breasts to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, helping guide her rhythm. "Come with me."

Her walls clench around you, tightening rhythmically. Her breathing fractures into sharp, desperate cries. You thrust up into her, matching her pace, feeling the pressure building at the base of your spine.

When it hits, it hits both of you simultaneously. Hinata throws her head back, screaming your title, her pussy clamping down on your cock in violent spasms as she comes. The sudden crushing tightness drags you over the edge with her - your hips jerking upward, burying yourself to the hilt as you spill inside her, pulse after pulse filling her virgin womb.

The bond explodes with shared ecstasy. Her orgasm feeds yours, yours amplifies hers, creating a feedback loop that extends the climax. Her whole body shakes above you, thighs trembling, nails digging into your chest hard enough to leave crescents.

It takes nearly a full minute before the aftershocks fade. Hinata collapses forward onto your chest, her dark hair spilling across your shoulder, her breath hot and ragged against your neck. Your cock softens inside her, still buried deep, your cum leaking around the seal of your bodies.

"I chose you," she whispers against your skin, voice wrecked and wondering. "I chose you and it was... everything."

Her fingers trace idle patterns on your chest. Her pussy still twitches with residual contractions. The bedroom smells of sex and sweat and the faint lavender of whatever product she uses in her hair.

You hold her there, one hand in her hair, the other resting on the small of her back. Your old bed creaks beneath you both. The enchantments hum quietly in the walls, maintaining the perfect atmosphere.

Hinata lifts her head after a long moment, lavender eyes finding yours. They're wet again - not with pain this time, but with something raw and overwhelming. She kisses you softly, tasting of salt.

"Thank you," she breathes. "For making this real."

The Vigor enchantment from your Anchoring Band pulses warm through your body catching up to the change, and you feel yourself hardening again inside her - still buried to the hilt, her pussy still slick with your combined fluids. Hinata gasps softly as she feels you growing, her walls stretching around your renewed erection.

You cup her face and kiss her. Slow, tender, tasting the salt of her earlier tears. Her lips move against yours with lazy satisfaction, her fingers tracing idle patterns across your chest.

"Thank you," you murmur against her mouth. "For making my fantasy real."

Her cheeks flush deeper pink. "It was mine too, Goshujin-sama. Every part of it."

"We're not done yet." You roll your hips - a gentle thrust that makes her breath catch. "I have hours before I need to check on business. I intend to spend every one of them having sex with you on this bed."

Her lavender eyes widen, then darken with renewed desire. "Every hour?"

"Every hour."

You begin with slow, shallow rocks of your hips - barely withdrawing before pressing back in. Her pussy is still impossibly tight around you, still adjusting to being filled, but the Vigor enchantment works its quiet magic on her body, easing any residual soreness. She responds within moments, her hips tilting to meet yours, finding a rhythm.

"Mmm -" She bites her lip, eyes half-closing. "It's different now. Softer. Fuller."

Your thrusts deepen gradually. Each stroke slides your full length through her wet channel, the friction building steadily. Her breasts press against your chest with every downstroke, nipples dragging across your skin. The Cleanliness enchantment keeps you both fresh despite the sweat that was beginning to gather on your bodies.

Hinata wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. Her heels dig into the small of your back as your pace increases - no longer gentle rocking but proper fucking, your hips driving forward with increasing force. The bed frame creaks beneath you both, the familiar sound of your old mattress adding a layer of nostalgic reality to the fantasy.

"Harder," she whispers. "Please, Goshujin-sama. I can take it."

You grab her thighs and push them back toward her shoulders, folding her flexible kunoichi body nearly in half. The new angle lets you drive deeper, your cock hitting spots that make her cry out with each thrust. Her pussy clenches around you rhythmically, still learning the mechanics of sex but responding with instinctive enthusiasm.

"Ah - ah - there - right there -"

You find the spot and hammer it, hips snapping forward with deliberate precision. Her hands claw at the sheets, dark hair splayed across your pillow, breasts bouncing with each impact. The bond between you thrums with shared pleasure - her building orgasm feeding into your own arousal, creating a feedback loop that drives you both higher.

She comes first - her back arching off the mattress, pussy clamping down on your cock in spasming waves, a keening cry tearing from her throat. You don't stop, fucking her through the orgasm, extending it until she's writhing and sobbing beneath you.

"One," you count against her ear, still thrusting.

"Goshujin-sama -" Her voice is wrecked. "I can't - it's too much -"

"You can." You kiss her jaw. "We have hours."

Her legs tighten around you. Her eyes find yours - glazed, overwhelmed, but burning with something fierce and hungry.

"Then don't stop."

You flip her onto her stomach next, pulling her hips up until she's on her knees with her face pressed into the pillow. Her dark hair fans across the white cotton, her back arching as you slide back inside her from behind. This angle is deeper - your cock hitting the front wall of her pussy with each thrust, and she discovers immediately that she loves it.

"Goshujin-sama - there - harder -" Her voice is muffled by the pillow, her fingers twisting the sheets into knots. You grab her hips and give her what she's asking for, driving into her with long, powerful strokes that make her ass ripple with each impact. Her pussy clenches around you like a vice, impossibly tight despite how many times you've filled her.

You reach forward, pulling her up by her shoulders until her back is against your chest, your hands immediately finding her breasts - squeezing them, bouncing them, pinching her nipples between your fingers while you fuck up into her. She turns her head and you kiss her, sloppy and desperate, her moans feeding directly into your mouth.

She comes like that - impaled on your cock, your hands mauling her tits, her whole body shaking as her pussy spasms around you. You follow her over the edge, burying yourself deep and emptying inside her for the third time.

The hours blur together after that. You take her on her side, her leg hooked over your hip, your cock sliding in slow and deep while you whisper against her ear. You take her face-down with her legs spread wide, grinding against her ass while she screams into the mattress. You take her sitting in your lap, her bouncing on your cock while you suck her nipples until they're raw and swollen.

By the time the Vigor and regeneration enchantment's sustained energy begins to feel like a gentle hum rather than an invigorating burst, you've lost count of orgasms - hers and yours both. The Cleanliness enchantment has kept the sheets fresh despite the mess you've made of each other. Her pussy is red and swollen, thoroughly used, leaking your cum down her thighs.

You slow finally, lying together in the afterglow, her head on your chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on her sweat-damp skin. Her breathing steadies. Her lavender eyes are half-closed, sated and heavy.

"Walk with me," you tell her softly.

You rise together, both naked, and move slowly through your old home as the cleanliness enchantments catch up. The hallway. The living room with its familiar furniture. Down the stairs to the basement where her maid uniform still sits folded on the couch arm beside the headpiece. The house is silent around you both, the Aura Ward keeping the air clean and fresh.

Hinata dresses slowly, her movements languid and satisfied. The maid uniform slides over her curves, the miniskirt barely covering the swell of her ass. You watch her pin the headpiece into her dark hair, then step behind her, hands finding her breasts through the fabric, mouth dropping to her neck.

You suck gently at the sensitive skin below her ear while your fingers knead her breasts through the maid uniform. She tilts her head, giving you better access, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Ready to go home?" you murmur against her throat.

"Mmm. Take me home, Goshujin-sama."

"Teleport." The bedroom of the Magnificent Mansion appears around you - familiar, warm. Hinata gasps softly at the shift, then melts back against your chest as your hands continue their slow exploration of her breasts.

"Welcome back," you hear Kurumi's voice from the doorway. The time spirit leans against the frame, heterochromatic eyes taking in the scene with a knowing smile. "I take it the evening went well?"

Hinata's cheeks flush crimson, but she doesn't pull away from your hands.