The wind carried the scent of desert heat even before the knock came.
Naruto was alone in the Hokage's private quarters—fresh from the hot spring, hair still damp, wearing only loose black pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
The Nine-Tails chakra simmered just beneath the surface, restless, hungry for more.
The door slid open without waiting for permission.
Temari stepped inside like she owned the place.
Suna's fan was strapped across her back, teal kimono-style top open at the collar to show sun-kissed cleavage, short skirt fluttering around powerful thighs.
Her blonde ponytails swayed as she shut the door behind her with a decisive click.
"You've been busy, Uzumaki," she said, voice dry as desert wind. "Word reaches Suna faster than you think. Konan. Hinata. Sakura. Tsunade. And now a little… group activity in the hot springs?"
Naruto leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking.
"Jealous, Temari?"
She laughed—sharp, confident.
"Jealous? No.
Curious.
And maybe a little annoyed that you didn't extend an invitation to the Kazekage's sister first."
She crossed the room slowly, hips rolling with every step.
When she reached him she planted one hand on his bare chest, nails dragging lightly down his abs.
"I don't share well," she murmured, eyes locked on his. "But I'm willing to make an exception… if you can prove you're worth it."
Naruto caught her wrist, pulling her flush against him in one smooth motion.
She gasped softly when she felt how hard he already was, pressing insistently against her lower belly.
"You talk big," he growled. "Let's see if that mouth is good for anything else."
Temari's eyes flashed with challenge.
She shoved him back onto the low bed, following immediately—straddling his hips, grinding down hard once.
"Careful, fox-boy. I bite back."
She leaned down and kissed him—fierce, demanding, all teeth and tongue.
Her hands roamed his chest, nails leaving faint red lines.
Naruto flipped them in an instant, pinning her beneath him.
He yanked the ties of her top open, exposing full breasts tipped with dark nipples already hard from the cool night air.
He took one into his mouth—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while his hand slid up her skirt, finding her soaked through her thin panties.
Temari moaned, back arching.
"Fuck—don't tease—"
He didn't.
He tore the panties aside and thrust two fingers inside her—curling them immediately, hitting that spot that made her hips buck.
She cursed in Suna dialect, hands fisting the sheets.
Naruto worked her fast—thumb circling her clit while his fingers pumped relentlessly.
She came hard and sudden—thighs clamping around his hand, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, ass presented.
Temari looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark and daring.
"Do it. Claim me like you claimed the others."
He freed himself—thick, leaking—and lined up.
One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt.
Temari's moan was guttural, fingers digging into the mattress.
"Fuck—**so deep**—"
Naruto set a brutal pace—each snap of his hips driving her forward, breasts bouncing wildly.
The bed creaked dangerously under them.
Temari pushed back to meet every thrust, matching his rhythm with desert-born ferocity.
"Harder—damn it—**wreck me**, Uzumaki!"
He obliged—grabbing a handful of her blonde ponytail, using it like reins while he pounded into her.
She came again—walls fluttering, milking him—screaming his name into the pillow.
Naruto wasn't far behind.
He slammed home one last time, coming with a low growl—filling her deep, marking her as thoroughly as the rest.
They collapsed together, panting.
Temari turned in his arms, smirking despite the flush on her cheeks.
"Not bad… for a leaf-nin."
Naruto chuckled, kissing the sweat from her temple.
"You're staying the night."
It wasn't a question.
Before she could answer, another soft knock sounded.
The door cracked open.
Ino Yamanaka slipped inside—blonde hair loose, wearing a short silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Mind if I join the party?" she purred. "I've been listening at the door for the last ten minutes… and I'm **so** wet right now."
Temari raised an eyebrow.
"You're late, flower girl."
Ino sauntered over, robe slipping off one shoulder.
"I like to make an entrance."
She climbed onto the bed, crawling between them.
Naruto's eyes darkened again, the Nine-Tails stirring.
Ino leaned down, capturing Temari's lips in a slow, teasing kiss—then turned to Naruto.
"Your turn to be shared, Hokage-sama."
She pushed him onto his back, straddling his face while Temari moved lower, taking him into her mouth.
The night was far from over.
Outside, the storm over Konoha grew wilder—wind howling, rain lashing the windows.
Inside, the harem expanded.
And the Nine-Tails hungered for more.
**To be continued…**
(Next chapter tease: Full group chaos with Ino's mind games, Temari's dominance, and maybe a surprise visitor from outside the village…)