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The main road loomed behind and below the assembled kunoichi as they gazed up at the simple gate overhead. Behind this quaint, antiquated post was an equally rustic and dated building. The rhythmic thunk of a scare-deer knocked in their ears just as it knocked against the rocks. None of the 5 mothers paid that any mind while they tried to process the name of such an establishment.
Toad Spit Hot Spring and Inn
Take a hop back in time!
“...Hinata, are you sure Naruto didn’t have a hand in this?” Sakura asked as she turned to the Hokage’s wife. She cocked her hip into her hand as a pensive frown graced her lovely lips. The gleam of a silver wedding ring stuck out against her knuckle while her casual red traveler’s garb accentuated her motherly features.
“Not as far as I know, he didn’t,” Hinata shook her head. Her hereditary eyes glanced around for any signs that could tie this establishment to her husband’s late mentor. She found none and shuffled her simple traveler’s bag against her own lilac garb. Such an act made it strain against her generous curves while she flicked a stray lock aside with her own marital band-clad finger. “Besides, Tenten is the one who suggested this one - said it really helped make her feel fresh and relaxed,” she explained.
“Hey, we’ve already made it this far - may as well give it a shot,” Temari mused aloud as she brought her ring-clad finger up to her chin. Her eyes narrowed at the sign while flashes of her past flickered through her mind. She shook them away as her purple robes fluttered in the breeze.
“Temari’s right. Besides, it could just be a coincidence after all,” Ino said. She leaned down to wipe some dust from her skirt and accidentally caused her mature bosom to bounce in her top. The gleam of her wedding ring made her wince before she settled herself back up.
“Yeah. And anyway, we’re all kunoichi - we can handle ourselves if anything is shifty,” Karui insisted. She turned to her friends and ran her hand through her hair. The cool metal touch of her band made her finger twitch while she addressed the three Konoha natives and the Suna kunoichi- her fellow veterans of war and wives of the next bright generation of the Hidden Leaf.
All four nodded at her declaration and walked forward. One by one they passed under the gate and into the little hillside clearing that led to the inn proper. They passed the scare deer as their steps crunched alongside the bamboo pole’s thunks. Soon they reached the simple door and stepped inside.
The interior was equally as rustic, with not but an elderly woman that stood behind the counter. Her head lulled back and forth as she seemed on the cusp of sleep. A trait that slowly vanished while she blinked and addressed the newcomers.
“Oh, you’re the nice young ladies who are checking in, aren’t you?”
The five mothers nodded as Hinata offered an extra smile. The kindly old woman smiled back before she looked down at her open ledger and ran a weary old finger down the page. “Let me see...ah yes, full services for the day and rooms for overnight?”
“That’s right,” Sakura nodded in affirmation. She looked around as a wary frown bloomed on her lips. “Excuse me, but isn’t there supposed to be more people here? From what our friend said you had more people on staff.”
“Oh its just me here right now - the boy’s out for some errands but he should be back soon. I believe one of you wanted the massage, yes?” the proprietress asked while she fumbled for the room keys.
“That’d be me,” Temari called out. The old woman looked over to her and after some pause finally nodded.
“He’ll be here, don’t you worry. Let’s get you to your rooms then,” she insisted as she hobbled out from behind the counter. The five shared glances before they followed suit. Their journey was hardly long while they were led out of the entrance hall and out into the inn’s grounds.
It was undoubtedly quite charming, and the kunoichi could at least marvel at the simple beauty on display. They stepped past humble stone paths that led to other buildings and even over a simple bridge that spanned the light stream between. Eventually, they arrived at the building that would house their quarters - all facing towards the rest of the inn grounds. “Here you are - these two rooms, the proprietress gestured.
Ino, Sakura, and Hinata stepped into one room while Temari and Karui walked to the other. The trio of old friends instantly noticed something amiss among the otherwise quaint lodgings. Namely, that there were only two beds when they’d been assured for three. “Excuse me? Shouldn’t there be another bed?” Hinata asked.
“Oh my apologies -there was a third bed but it broke recently. We’ve not had time to get it fixed yet,” the proprietress admitted.
“Wouldn’t be the first time I slept on the floor - Kumo’s training is pretty brutal,” Karui mused as she stepped into the Konoha trio’s room and looked around.
“Same with Suna,” Temari added as she invited herself in as well.
Sakura and Ino chuckled alongside their foreign comrades. Hinata at least smiled as she leaned behind Sakura and softly murmured, “I feel like we’re being insulted, Sakura.”
“Don’t worry about it, Hinata,” the rosette waved the Hyuuga’s concerns off before she addressed the rest of her fellow kunoichi moms. “We’ll decide who gets the beds later - right now I think we all wanted to actually relax, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
“Sounds good.”
“Uh-huh”
“Alright -then let’s get to it,” Sakura smiled.
“Aaaah~”
Sakura leaned back in her chair and let herself feel the sun as it reached through the trees. Her simple red one-piece swimsuit covered her mature body while she let her hand trace over the white stomach. A glint from her wedding band flickered just under her emerald eyes. The chair beneath her let her spread herself out as she allowed herself to finally and truly relax.
“Oh, that feels nice,” the rosette mother cooed in approval as she let her weary joints stretch and pop out. The loud creak broke the silence of the forest for a single moment before it returned to peace. “Maybe I should’ve taken the massage like Temari,” she idly mused while she watched the water before her.
She could see Ino’s golden hair while her old friend enjoyed a good, refreshing swim. A part of Sakura wanted to try the Spring’s supposedly mystical waters for herself. But the other part that had just trudged for half a day to this resort simply wanted to let her feet lay back while she caught her breath. In the end, the lethargy won over the curiosity, and Sakura stayed right where she was. Right on this chair as she lazily caressed her stomach.
“Mmm,” the woman groaned in content at the simple, feather caress. The thin material of her swimsuit felt so soft as she lazily rubbed it against her bare, hidden skin. Her legs and other arm stretched out while she indulged in a simple, leisurely pleasure.
“O-ooooh,” Sakura cooed and rubbed her legs against the slats on her chair. The immobile boards creaked against her bare thighs and calves. The rosette’s eyes dipped down while she felt the tempting call of slumber reach her. ‘Maybe the Naras has the right idea,’ she giggled to herself while she thought of the legendarily lazy geniuses of Konoha.
Her thoughts were so engrained in that musing that she failed to notice how something rubbed back against her body. Something that traced up her legs in slow, methodic strokes just out of tandem with her natural stretches. Sakura didn’t even notice when whatever it was reached the hemline of her swimsuit...and slipped right in atop her plush derriere.
“A-Aah?!”
Sakura scrambled up in shock, suddenly awake and alert while she looked for some kind of intrusion. She glanced down and noticed the trial of gosse bumps that had trailed up her legs. “W-What was-”
“Hey, you’re not going to fall asleep, are you?
The rosette blinked and looked over in time to see Ino rise out of the water. The beautiful blonde toweled off her hair and let the rich mineral spring drip off her body and her purple bikini down to her bare feet. She wiped the towel through her hair as her ring glowed in the sunlight overhead. “No, just resting. How’s the water?” Sakura asked Ino.
The blonde hummed as she pulled her towel off her head and stretched back.
“It feels really good. You should give it a try,” she suggested while her shapely curves and full bosom bounced before her old friend’s eyes.
Sakura rose up from her chair and spared a last glance for any signs of foul play before she stepped up alongside Ino. “Sure...I’ll hop in now,” she said.
Ino nodded and set the towel aside. “Alright - gonna go grab a shower. See you at dinner, forehead?” she teased her old rival.
“You know it, pig,” Sakura ribbed back with a smile. The two parted ways while Sakura slipped down into the pool. Instantly, she felt her weary muscles almost melt against her skin while the slightly warm water made her groan in approval.
The medic lazily treaded into the middle of the water as she let it wash over her body. The warmth caused her to relax and settle back. “Wow, Ino wasn’t kidding- this feels so great,” the rosette sighed in bliss.
She began to slowly swim back and forth between the edges of the pool. Slowly the simple novelty wore off as a pensive frown settled on her lips. “That was so strange…It felt like something was...”
“No, that’s just silly,” she dismissed it and began to swim with more earnest. Soon the methodic splashes of a kunoichi echoed through the peaceful clearing as Sakura swam back and forth. The simple pleasure of water on her skin helped her forget about her woes, both old and new.
She didn’t know how long she’d gone for. Her stamina should’ve at least kept her going for a while. But after some time it felt like she was going slower in the water. Or rather, it was getting a little harder to swim over and over again. ‘Something feels wrong. The water’s so...heavy,’ she mused while she struggled to keep going. Yet try as she might, she simply found it harder and harder to push herself forward.
At least, that’s what she thought it was. She still felt the water push against her body as she breached in and out from under the surface. Especially as it rolled over her back and around her curvaceous rump. That seemed to be where the water grew the most solid against her. Almost like it was trying to touch her.
“ Is someone there?” Sakura looked back with eyes narrowed. She saw nothing -absolutely nothing behind her at all. She felt something, but she couldn’t see anything. ‘Is it...a Genjutsu?’ she wondered while her body continued to glide atop the water. “O-oooh,” she moaned as the water seemed to squeeze against her covered butt.
She turned from the far end and began to make her way back to the shallow side of the pool. Her pace never hastened even as she felt a strange shift in whatever was accosting her. Instead of simply caressing her atop her swimsuit, it seemed to melt inside the fabric and directly grope her supple skin. The cold touch left a chill on her spine while her body continued on.
Sakura didn’t know how to describe it -the contrast between the warm water and whatever icy touch directly teased her butt. Every instinct and all of her kunoichi discipline was screaming in her head to flee - fall back and assess the danger before her next step. And yet she found no such conviction translated to her body while it betrayed her and indulged in the actions that coaxed moan after sultry moan from her lips.
The rosette mother slowly neared the steps out of the pool while her hips and rump were constantly coaxed and rubbed down. Whatever had her was able to seamlessly shift out of her swimsuit to caress her thighs before it returned to its place on her back. She slowed down and lightly pushed back as if to protest but otherwise made very little against whatever mysterious attacker had latched onto her back. She slowly lowered herself until her toes touched the bottom as she motioned to the steps...but stopped.
The touches didn’t stop at all as something kneaded and squeezed her ass in the water. Her hips squirmed and ground together while she bit her lip and thought. “That feels...that feels really good,” she mumbled as she slowly stepped away from the edge and back towards the middle of the pool.
Sakura continued to slowly swim laps, weighed down by whatever unseen presence had taken a liking to her. She shifted around off her back and back onto her stomach as her arms and legs carried her forward. Her stomach barely even cut into the pool water anymore as she glided atop the waves on some unseen, though not unwelcome, float.
The kunoichi mother should be asking questions, or more importantly assessing the risks she clearly found herself in. But such notions hardly swayed her while she allowed herself to be led back and forth along with the pool with a mysterious guide. She let herself be swept away by the leisurely activity as her head dipped in and out of the water. Each time her lips submerged, she could almost swear that something rose up to meet her. A little whisp that slipped in between her teeth and lingered before she brought her face back up for air. It was soft and fleeting, but still left her feeling warm inside.
Almost like a kiss.
“Aaaah, that’s more like it.”
Ino tipped her hair back and let the shower wash over her. The steam rose up and fogged the glass as she let her bikini-clad body bask in the warm spray of water. The blonde beauty lathered up her hair while a complementary array of shampoo and conditioner sat nearby.
“Sakura didn’t seem all that relaxed...I hope everything’s okay with her,” she mused to herself while she let the water run down her curvacious hips. Her ring-clad finger traces up and down her sides while she let the shower wash over her. She finished letting her hair get wet and reached for the little bottle of shampoo. A good portion was squirted out onto her palm before she clapped her hands together and brought it into her hair.
Ino hummed a little tune while her motherly body swayed left and right. Her soft fingers rubbed through her prized, long hair as she let the resort’s specialty work its magic. Her work was rather thorough as she made sure it pushed all the way down to the roots. So much so that she could feel her fingers against her scalp...even after she moved back.
“Huh, that feels weird,” she mused while she kept her eyes closed to keep the suds out. Her fingers reached out of her hair and gathered up shower water to wash her fingers dry. She blindly felt the spray crest down her palm and even towards her wrists.
The kunoichi wife shrugged as she let the shampoo linger in her hair. Her hands, now clean, reached down to rub more fresh, warm water over her body. She faintly felt that same phantom sensation, like there were limbs that traced right after her fingers. It was just enough to make her tingle while a sudden chill left goosebumps on her skin. “The shampoo, maybe? I wonder what’s in it,” she wondered aloud.
Ino’s eyes remained shut while she continued to lazily caress herself. The lingering touch left more goosebumps, but not enough to really deter her. Something about the steam and the warm water made her feel so good. Like she didn’t want to stop. So she let the touch follow her even as her hands reached down to her thighs
“O-Ooh!”
Her eyes flew open as a gasp passed her lips. She quickly whipped her head back as a keen edge of insight cut through her addled state. She scanned for an intruder- for any sign of foul play.
Nothing. Just her in this little shower stall. “Maybe...maybe I should get out,” she wondered as she motioned for the shower dial.
As soon as her fingers curled around the dial she pulled back. “Oh stop being so skittish - its just a shower,” she shook her head.
“Besides, i still have to try out this conditioner,” Ino declared while she let her hair run under the water. Thoughts of abandonment and departure ran out of her mind and down the drain while she let the suds wash out of her wet hair. She reached for the other bottle and poured it out into her hands. Without further thought, she brought it up to her hair and began to rinse it into her long locks.
The kunoichi kept her hands up and in her hair while the mysterious caresses started again. This time they ran from her shoulders down her hips. The chill still left goosebumps both inside and outside of her bikini, but it also caused another part of her to grow ridigd. Namely the pebbly nipples that rubbed against her swimsuit’s cups. “O-Oh wow, yeah that’s good…” she mumbled as her eyes slid shut and her body undulated in delight.
The Yamanaka matriarch should’ve been more alert - more alarmed at what was happening to her. She should’ve been ready to fight whatever strange, sultry attack had been levied upon her. Moreover, she should be concerned about what could be happening to her fellow motherly friends. Any of that should’ve been enough to get her out of this shower and ready to fight like the proud Konoha kunoichi she was.
“Mmmm...feels like...wait.”
Ino blinked and looked down at her chest. She could’ve sworn she saw little hand-shaped imprints at the side of her covered breasts. Her hips rolled back as if she expected to feel someone there...but once again she felt nothing.
“N-No, I’m just imagining things. There’s no one else here,” she insisted while she resumed her focus on her hair. “It must be the water. Yeah, that’s it,” she declared as her eyes slid shut again.
“Mmmm~” she hummed as her hands rubbed through her locks. The blonde returned to her hair and tried to ignore the obvious sensations across her body. Slowly, the touches returned as the lovely mother continued to lather the conditioner around. But she didn’t do a thing to stop it.
Ino felt it - on her chest and even down at her back. The familiar touch of a man which sent chills and trembles through her shapely body. She kept her eyes closed as her mind simply drifted to dirty fantasies. The sort of fantasies that one tended to have while they longed for their lover’s touch.
“O-ooooh,” she arched back and pushed out her chest. Whatever it was that had taken an interest in her, it clearly wasn’t the water. Not the way it seemed to directly contact her through her bikini top with its cold touch. A touch that made her goosebumps stick out while the warm water rushed down her body and to the drain at her bare feet. She barely even noticed as she was slowly coaxed forward until her tits pressed against the steamy glass.
“Ngh!” The kunoichi hissed from the sensation of her erect nipples. Between the cold touch in her cups and the glass she was pressed against it was hard to ignore the obvious intentions on her body. Maybe she couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore. That didn’t mean she wanted to stop it, though.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
Ino felt her legs shift as something pressed between her thighs. She may not be able to see it with her eyes closed, but she could easily recognize the certain shape of what had been squeezed between her shapely legs. And what she felt was hardly what she’d call lacking, either. “Mmmm~”
Her body moved on its own as the beautiful blonde mother was accosted in the seemingly empty shower. Her hands remained up in her hair while she let herself be used and played like an instrument. The thrills and chills clashed against the hot spray of water that still struck against her back and ass. She bit her lip and squirmed against whatever girth had found its place between her legs while she yearned for the inevitable with bated breath. She got her wish.
Slowly, the protrusion began to grind back and forth against her thighs. The friction left a chill that clashed against the warm spray. She found herself in some kind of limbo between warmth and cold. Life and death, with the latter literally clutching her by her bosom. The thought made her heart race faster and faster
And then it let her breast go.
“H-huh?” Ino moaned at the loss on her tits even against the sensation between her legs. She gradually pried her eyes open and winced at the sharp wall of light. Slowly her vision was restored before she slowly glanced back. It was still hazy, but she could make out one thing - a silhouette where the shower water and the steam seemed to simply part ways. She couldn’t make out details, but she could see the edges shift as he pushed her cheek aside and dove into her mouth. “Mmph?!”
The Kunoichi let go of her hair and swiftly grabbed at the shower door. A sharp bang and rattle echoed through the room followed by a faint scrape from metal on glass. Foggy handprints remained smeared on the glass while a pair of palms twitched and swayed with a pair of unmistakable breasts rubbed against the sides. Anyone that stumbled in at this point would make an obvious connection of the happenings inside.
Ino pumped her hips back and forth in a familiar, lascivious rhythm. Her eyes remained shut even as her mouth was invaded and probed by a spectral tongue. The intrusion that filled her cheeks made her tremble on her toes while she pushed her breasts against the shower door. She didn’t even notice the pair of handprints that formed right beside her against the fogged glass...
Temari laid out flat on the massage bed as her muscles were worked and worn over above her. Her bare, exposed back was fully exposed as a towel wrapped around and covered her lower half. Her eyes fluttered through the gap in the table while her arms remained crossed over her head. The slight sting from her wedding band rubbed against her other wrist. “Mmm, that’s good,” she moaned out her encouragements for the young lad who worked her body.
The former Suna kunoichi felt more relaxed than she ever had at home, and it was with a complete stranger no less. To his credit, he’d seemed like a nice enough man - easy on the eyes and humble to a fault. Simple features that already had left her mind while his firm hands rolled and kneaded out the numerous kinks in her body. “Make sure you get my back, too,” she murmured.
He didn’t respond verbally, but his hands certainly shifted down as he worked out the muscles along her back and hips. His efforts earned more sighs and grunts of approval from the overworked mother.
“I’ll be right back - need to get more lotion,” he explained as he stepped away. Temari barely acknowledged his departure while she remained laid out on the table. Somehow, simply getting to spread herself out already took most of her stress away, even before his warm touch had even landed on her tense body. It felt far, far too good to be believed.
She didn’t hear him come back, but she suddenly felt his touch on her again. A far more cold, almost icy touch. “Ngh!” she hissed and withered as goosebumps formed on her body.
“S-Some lotion, huh,” she grunted back. He didn’t respond again and simply focused on his massage work. Temari frowned but didn’t really offer any complaints. She could at least appreciate his efforts as his chilly touch seemed to reach even deeper into her skin and really unwind the tense muscles within.
The Suna native let her masseuse work while he, his magic fingers, and his mysterious lotion traced up and down her hips. Slowly he worked his way back up to her shoulders to give her tense arms another go around. Temari didn’t oppose this as the results left her quite pleased. Cold and shivering, but more than content with the comfortable numbness that followed.
His efforts took him along her right arm and back up her left. Each firm squeeze left more and more goosebumps in his wake. But the results were nothing for her to scoff at as her entire upper body was left so wonderfully, happily numb. “Mmmm.”
Temari felt his hands leave her back before they landed on her left thigh. She pushed her head into the table’s gap as the same chilling comfort was applied to her legs. First one thigh, then down to her calf, and finally towards her bare feet as her toes curled and twitched in response. The same pattern was repeated as he applied it to her right leg as well.
“O-Ooooooh,” the kunoichi wife heavily and huskily moaned. She felt his hands split off as he rubbed down the back of her legs at the same time. Curiously, the way his hands felt on her skin didn’t suggest he was off to the side...but rather, that he was over her. And his touch slowly neared up towards her towel and her supple, bare rump beneath.
“You’re not getting frisky back there, I hope,” she growled through her shivers. He didn’t respond even as his hands continued to roam up towards her butt. Temari clicked her teeth in annoyance and pushed back against his chilly touch. “Hey, that’s far enou-uuph?!”
Her warning was cut off as he reached under her towel and directly groped her cheeks. The icy grasp made her audibly gasp and shift against the warm towel on her butt. But the Nara matriarch’s shock swiftly evaporated as her anger took root in her rapidly beating chest. “Alright kid, you asked for it,” she snarled and pulled her head out of the gap.
It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the light while she made ready to use her hand seals. But once it cleared, her fingers froze in place. In front of her table was a full sized mirror that showed the irate kunoichi...and nothing else.
No one else.
What the fu-?!”
Temari’s outburst was cut off as something stuffed its way into her mouth. Her eyes flew open wide as she looked around for any signs of her attacker, but found absolutely nothing. Not even a glance back at the mirror would reveal anything while whatever had invaded her orifice flopped and lapped around. It was wet and kind of slippery...almost like a tongue.
Almost like a kiss.
The former Suna Kunoichi bristled as the chilly touch cupped her exposed breasts instead. Her eyes fluttered down in time to see the telltale imprints of fingers on her tits. Unseen fingers that fondled and kneaded her chest while an equally invisible tongue danced inside her mouth.
She should’ve retaliated. She should’ve bitten down and elbowed whatever weightless molester had accosted her. She even tried to grit her teeth, only to find that whatever was stuffed in there kept her jaw frozen in place. Frozen, just like the rest of her numb body, in fact.
No, not numb...simply relaxed.
“Hmmmmm~”
Temari’s eyes slowly fluttered shut as she leaned back into the unseen kiss. Her breasts were rolled and juggled in cold, phantom hands. Dimly, she felt something else laid against her body. Specifically, something long and thick that nestled its way under her towel and between her buttcheeks. The obvious implication ran through her hazy mind as light dust of pink settled on her cheeks.
The specter released her left breast and instead cupped her exposed neck. His cold touch made her shiver in his grasp as her whole body exploded in a sense of euphoria. Goosebumps rose across every part of her body - from her shaky arms and right down to her twitchy, curled toes. Her eye flickered back and saw the peculiar sight as something caused the towel on her ass to bunch up just over her crack.
The mysterious force released her mouth and left her panting like a dog in heat. The kunoichi mother fluttered her eyes as hot gasps of breath poured from her ripe, swollen lips. She gulped against the frosty touch on her neck while the invisible girth rubbed between her rump. Her brain tried to process all this and ultimately came to a single, obvious conclusion.
Temari slowly closed her eyes...and laid back down.
The force on her neck traced around her shoulder and against her nape while she settled back into the massage table’s gap. Her hands shakily reached up and gripped the sides for support. Slowly, she began to roll her hips back and forth against whatever had settled between her buttcheeks.
“O-Oooh, that’s good,” the mother moaned as she let her mature body be toyed with and used at will. As if in response the cold hands returned to her shoulders and began to massage her again. She stretched her body out to let her ghostly masseuse do whatever he wanted while her firm nipples scraped against the padded table.
Temari’s groans could be heard from outside the massage room. Her voice joined a chorus of sultry coos from the pool and the shower. The rest of the resort grounds were silent save the gentle moans of the wind and the light snoozes from the elderly innkeeper at the front desk. The only other sounds that could be found were a soft, feathery scratch of pages being turned from back inside the rooms - utterly ignorant of the sinful haunts that lurked around it.
At least, not yet.
The room was utterly silent save the occasional shuffle of pages being turned. Hinata sat engrossed in the book in her hands while her shapely body stretched out the simple yukata that had been provided by the resort. She’d intended to wear it on her way to the hot springs for a nice, long soak, but found herself captivated by the novel she’d brought on a pure whim of fancy.
It was...not like the other works of her husband’s late sensei. Nary a scene of erotic content to be found and was simply an engaging premise that had her entranced from page to page. Her finger traced over the main character’s name as a light, airy smile graced her lips. She gently caressed it with her wedding band-clad digit before she proceeded with a renewed pace.
It was...inspiring, to a fault. Something that had captured her attention and left her in this modest chair in her room while the other mothers went to enjoy the rustic resort. Hinata didn’t even realize how much time had actually passed as the blue sky shifted to an amber sunset. Nor did she feel the slight chill that rustled against the window’s curtains
But not the branches right outside.
The Hokage’s wife shifted in her chair as she settled back against the headrest. Her milky eyes remained locked on the pages as she reached the middle of the tale. Her fingers ran on impulse alone while she let her mind wander and a new, pleasurable fantasy was crafted in her distracted mind. Her distractions left her vulnerable as the chill from the curtains slowly wrapped around her.
“Hmm?”
Hinata looked up as her veins pulsed near her eyes. She scanned for something -anything that had so gently accosted her and interrupted her storytime. But there was nothing here, or anywhere right outside the rooms either. “...It must have been the wind,” she decided before she disabled her Byakugan and returned to the tale in her hands.
Soon, she was once again captivated by her story and ignorant of the world around her. Including the chill that slowly drew back towards her. Hinata said nothing while she enjoyed the late Toad Sage’s inaugural work and the namesake of her husband. It was surreal to read his name, even knowing that such a tale was penned years before his birth. And yet it felt so right as she slowly sunk back into her fantasies. Memories mixed with fictional machinations that placed a certain shy kunoichi alongside the gutsy ninja.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as her hands flipped through the pages again and again. The wife licked her lips while her eyes followed line after line. Slowly, she began to weave in her own amendments and appended text to better suit the vision she herself desired. Desires which came forth as her body squirmed and shuddered in bliss.
It started on her arms, just near her bare wrists while her fingers turned through page after page. Slowly the caress shifted down and left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Hinata’s eyes flickered and fluttered, but never left the book in her hands while the sunset’s glow framed around her.
Methodically and smoothly the feathery touches reached to her elbows and the sleeves of her yukata. The simple white garment shifted and swayed in an unsourced wind while the strokes went beneath the hem and up along her bicep. A similar track followed on her other arm until it reached up to her hunched shoulders. The Hokage’s wife blinked and shuddered from the chilly, yet pleasing touch. “O-Ooooh.”
Back and forth from her shoulder to her neck the phantom touches shifted beneath her clothes. Hinata’s hands trembled while she tried to hold the book up and focus on the fantasy in her mind. The lewd, lucid visions of a kunoichi being gently caressed against a tree by her gutsy lover, away from the unknowing eyes of the bandits they sought to ambush.
She shouldn’t be fretting her time away on such matters- not when she had the whole of the resort and a night yet to enjoy. It truly seemed that save the host and her hired help that the Hokage’s wife and her companions were the only ones that occupied the remote hot spring resort. Surely that meant she should take advantage of such amenities and not simply pine away in her room alone. And yet, that’s exactly what she did.
Though not alone.
The mysterious touches kneaded and squeezed against her sore shoulders. Years after childbirth had left her already generous endowments quite hefty and full. Though it also did a number on her poor body as the trained kunoichi happily shifted into the life of a domestic housewife instead. Her thoughts of a missed massage had long since melted away while she enjoyed the cold, yet comfortable ministrations on her body.
Hinata bit back a moan as the story picked up its pace. She struggled to keep up with her fantasies while her shapely body squirmed and writhed in her chair. She hardly even noticed as the folds of her yukata shifted from her shoulder down to her chest while the mysterious presence brought his massage to her full, heaving bosom.
“A-Aaaah,” she sighed out as the unmistakable touch of fingers wrapped around her covered tits. The hyuuga housewife tipped her head back and moaned under the firm grasp on her sensitive, heavy chest. She struggled to hold the book while her body shuddered and squirmed from the pleasure that welled up inside her. Faintly, she felt a weight on her right shoulder as if someone had laid their chin on there. Her eye cracked open and struggled to focus.
There was nothing there. Nothing but the backrest of her chair. The only possible oddity was a mysterious wrinkle on her yukata as if something had pushed onto it. “H-Hello-oooooh...is s-someone here?” she croaked out.
Her response was a slight squeeze on her chest. Hinata gasped and arched her back. The act sent her covered breasts against whatever unseen, chilly force that fondled and squeezed them. Her eyes darted down to see the slightly swelled lining of her yukata as something squirmed beneath. “W-Who are yo-uuuuuooooh,” she moaned.
The padding on her left breast deflated as she felt more of that icy chill trail up her clavicle. The Hokage’s wife nervously watched as her yukata shifted and rolled in tandem with the sensations on her covered skin. It reached the lining around her neck and left her outfit completely while it traced up her neck and settled on her cheek
“Ngh!”
She winced at the icy touch on her face before it slowly, firmly turned her face to her right. The book fell into her lap while she pulled her hand up to push against the unseen, untouchable force. S-Sto-umph?”
Hinata gasped as something filled her mouth -something cold, yet unmistakably wet. Her hand settled against her cheek while it swelled out under the unseen force that had intruded between her lips. Her tongue flailed and swiped around but met no resistance save the hair-raising chill that left her bristles up on her nape.
“Hmm-m-mmmm.”
The Hokage’s wife squirmed and writhed in her chair. She tried to pull herself up, only to meet resistance from the invisible hand on her chest. The other palm on her cheek rubbed against her and brought her mortal hand along for the ride. A sharp contrast between her own tangible warmth and the illusive, intangible chill left her light-headed. Light-headed, loopy...and just a touch elated.
She slowly melted into the phantom embrace while her body responded to its ministrations. She could feel this...ghost, as it swiped and licked around inside her teeth. Her own drool leaked from her pried-open mouth while her tounge was buffeted and toyed with by a force that could touch her, but she couldn’t touch in kind. Her budding compliance was rewarded as the hand on her tit and the tongue in her mouth doubled their efforts against her. “Mmmmm~” she moaned and groaned.
Hinata barely noticed her other hand as it was pried off her cheek. As if by her own will her palm shifted down from her face and all the way below to her crotch. The Hokage’s wife bit her lip while her fingers dipped down into her yukata and found her oddly wet underwear beneath. She gingerly stroked at it while the rest of her body succumbed to the phantom pleasure that had ensnared her…
“Hmm.”
Karui lowered her chopsticks and frowned as she tugged her slightly too-small yukata. The Iwa native’s dark skin and fiery red hair clashed against the simple white garb as her motherly curves strained against the fabric. Still, that wasn’t the source of her current mood as she turned to her four companions at the table for six. “So...everyone had a nice day?” she asked.
“Yes - it was very enjoyable,” Hinata nodded while she sipped the tea beside her own meal. Her serene nature was a perfect match for the cool evening air that blew through the simple meal room. The ramen on her plate was already half gone. Beside her, Sakura set down her bowl and sticks as she chimed in as well.
“Yeah - Ino and I checked out the pool. The water felt great,” the rosette declared with a smile on her lips. One that was shared by her blonde friend. Karui would’ve accepted that...but something about all this just felt too off. Something in how they smiled sent the hairs on her nape up.
“Did anyone use the hot springs themselves yet?” Ino casually asked as she dipped her own chopsticks in sauce. The others declined as they shared more about their day off. A few affirmed they’d try the springs out that night after dinner had settled.
The redhead-who mulled if she should decline the invite to the hot springs, instead turned to her fellow foreign kunoichi while the blonde enjoyed her hot soup. “How was your massage, Temari?”
Temari blinked and set her meal down. Really nice - haven’t felt that good since I was a chunin,” she admitted as she adjusted one of her hair buns.“How about you Karui? I didn’t see you around today,” she noted.
Karui shrugged and reached for another piece of steak with her chopsticks. “I just took a walk - there’s a trail through the forest,” she explained as she pulled the hot, succulent slab of meat to her lips.
It slid in smoothly and soon sizzled on her tongue. The redhead chewed and hummed at the savory flavors as she set her chopsticks back down. She swallowed it and reached for another piece to chow down on. “Hmmm” she hummed as she brought the next piece up.
Yet before she could properly place it in her open mouth, it seemed to glide up her chopsticks and slip in. Karui blinked as a strange spike of chill struck, followed by the usual warmth of the well-cooked meal. ‘ Wait...did that just float up to my mouth?’’ she narrowed her eyes.
“Has anyone noticed anything...weird, lately?” Karui asked as she carefully set her chopsticks down.
The other four mulled her question before they shook their heads. “Not really, no - just feels really good here is all,” Ino shrugged between Sakura and the empty seat.
“Yes, I agree,” Hinata nodded while she swirled the vegetables in her ramen. A wistful smile formed on her lips as her marital band softly gleamed. “It’s very lovely here - what do you think, Karui?” The Hokage’s wife asked.
“Uh, sure...it's not so bad,” she admitted as she brought another piece of steak to her mouth. This time it went normally. ‘Maybe it's just in my head,’ she mused while she chewed and swallowed.
“Hmm?”
The redhead’s eyes widened as she felt her food slide down her stomach and settle. The sensation left a strange, almost cold tremble across her belly.
“Mmmm”
Karui blinked and looked at the other four. One of them had moaned, but none of them looked any different than before. She narrowed her eyes as her suspicions mounted again. ‘They’re acting really, really weird...I don’t know about this place.’
“The food’s really good,” Ino chimed in without provocation. Once more the other mothers nodded, which hardly did a thing to deter Karui’s doubt.
“Yeah...It actually is,” Hinata agreed before she turned to the redhead with her somewhat off-putting smile. “I could see Chouchou and Chouji liking this. What do you think, Karui?”
“Hmm...I dunno,” she feigned a thought. Behind her passive expression was a far more passionate response that remained unsaid. ‘Like hell I’d let them get anywhere close to this place. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like it at all,’ she growled to herself.
The former Iwa kunoichi kept up her appearances as she ate more alongside her fellow mothers. The same strange sensations came about every now and again. Almost like someone was rubbing her under her yukata. It even lasted between bites now, which she noticed as she brought another piece to her lips and paused.
“...I think I’m gonna be turning in soon.” she finally relented. None of them responded while they continued to eat. Karui’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the peculiar, automatic actions. If nothing else it vindicated the redhead’s reaction as she set her chopsticks down…
“...Hrrk?!”
The piece of steak suddenly flew up into her mouth. Karui gasped and grabbed her throat before she spat it right out. Yet even as the discarded food flew onto the table she felt something else being pushed down her throat. Something wet and cold. ‘W-What?!’
Karui pushed off her seat and stumbled backward. The chilly grasp on her stomach and in her mouth clashed against her. Her eyes darted around as she audibly choked. “U-Ulp eee!”
None of the four kunoichi around her responded to her plight. They seemed to have their own issues as the girls twitched and moaned from something unseen. ‘Wait...what’s going on?’ Karui thought while she tried to fight off her unseen attacker.
Slowly, the four other women shifted and flickered. “-Enuusoo?!” Karui gasped through her open mouth.
Sure enough, the visage faded away and revealed the true, sordid reality that had gone on right under the redhead’s eyes. She saw her friends being accosted by...things. Pale, humanlike things that seemed to fade in and out of view. The table itself also changed as the food in front of the other women vanished into thin air. Slowly, the specters became more solid and realized as Karui herself underwent a change.
She stopped fighting.
“Hmmm~”
‘What the hell is happening?!’ Karui gasped in her head as her body slowly began to respond to the phantom’s advances. She felt his hands shift down her yukata and right towards the space between her legs. His other hand reached up and cupped her tit through her clothes while his cold, wet tongue slopped and slurped in her mouth. The redhead’s eyes lidded over as she all-but melted into the ghostly embrace.
Slowly, she was coaxed back to the table and the chair. The specter pushed her to sit down again while his limbs continued to molest her freely. Her thighs squirmed and shuddered while the cold touch over her underwear dipped beneath the fabric and directly touched her wet loins.
Karui shuddered on the chair while the fingers played with her body. The chilly touch left her covered in goosebumps even as she heavily gasped and panted. Sweat poured down under her yukata while her head clouded with lustful mush.
Just like the other women.
“Ooooh,” Sakura moaned while she bounced atop the chair. She gripped the sides of the seat while a pair of ghostly hands kneaded and squeezed her hips through her yukata. The rosette mewled happily as she undulated and squirmed back and forth. Spit dribbled out of her gaped mouth while her eyes remained rolled up in a clearly blissed expression.
Ino’s chair was empty, but the once-vacant seat was occupied by another phantom. One that laid back while a familiar golden ponytail twitched and swayed on the table in front of him. His hand dipped below and stroked the mother’s head while she had a meal more fitting than the one that once sat in front of her.
Hinata tipped her head back and moaned while her open yukata was groped and fondled by ghostly hands. She rubbed her butt back against the phantom behind her as he treated himself to the Hokage’s wife. She reached up and bit her finger to mask her moans while the glint from her ring flashed in the dim light.
Temari was the most striking as the Suna native was bent over and ground against the table. Her fingers groped at the edges while her shapely motherly hips rolled back and forth against the phantom crotch. Her hair was tugged and squeezed by a pair of hands that tugged and squeezed against her pigtails.
The five mothers from Konoha shuddered and moaned as they all fully succumbed to the pleasures of the phantom. The candles flickered as a disembodied giggle echoed through the darkened room. Unheeded by the women, and unheard by any other souls as the sun set over the distant horizon.
The night had begun.
“Ngh! Ngh! O-Ooooh~”
Sakura stretched out against the wall while her hips pumped back and forth. The ghostly hands on her hips squeezed down into her sides. Her open yukata hung down around her body as her bare, perky breasts were rubbed against the wall. She groped and gripped for support while her pussy coaxed and squeezed around the very real dick that had split her folds.
Somehow she’d wound up back in her room, alongside the other mothers from Konoha. The rosette’s ear twitched as her own sultry groans were blended into the choir of carnal cries that came from the bed. A similar sound came in from the open window from the room next door while the rest of the ladies were being accosted as well.
Ho-ooooh?!”
Sakura gasped as a hand reached up and stroked against her nape. His touch left goosebumps behind while her knees shook and knocked against the wall. She grits her teeth and scratched at the room’s sides while her hips continued to churn and undulate back against her ghostly host. “C-Coooold,” she mumbled.
The phantom inside her chuckled - a deep, hair-curdling guffaw that chilled her to the bone. She squirmed back against the thick ghostly dick that rubbed and throbbed in her moist velvet folds. He continued to stroke her loins and her neck while his other hand glided around through the wall and dipped down to caress her firm, erect clit. “A-AAAH!” she screeched.
Sakura’s shrill cry made the former Iwa nin shudder as she bit down on her sheets. Karui’s nails and toes curled into the bed while her globulous ass slapped back and forth against the ghostly crotch behind her. She trembled under the icy chill that gripped her hips while she pumped back and forth both under her own power and the will of the well-hung specter. The seductive moans and bloodchilling chuckles left her body littered in sweat and goosebumps as her eyes rolled up in sheer, numb pleasure.
“Mmmmmngh,” the redhead drooled into the bedsheets while her nails dug a hole in the simple cloth. She shook and rolled her hips while her butt rippled and cracked with every thrust. Any sign of defiance or firey resistance was safely locked away behind a thick, heavy layer of cloudy, carnal lust. All that was left was a drooling, mumbling kunoichi who shook her wanton, motherly hips back at a frenzied pace. The sounds of creaky bed boards from the thin wall didn’t even faze her as the other two Konoha moms writhed and moaned in the next room.
Eerrk erk eeerk
Temari and Ino’s naked breasts rubbed together as they were split between their two ghostly gropers. Their heads arched back as the ghostly cock pumped in and out of their mouths at a pace no normal human could achieve. A similar feat occurred between their legs as the other spirit enjoyed not just their wet, joined pussies, but also their tight puckered asses in random, sporadic strokes. The two busty blonde’s bodies were jerked back and forth thanks to the forceful thrusts of their phantom partners while the sand MILF laid atop her leafy comrade.
GLLRRRRP!
Ino choked around the alarmingly thick girth that pumped down her gullet while the fat balls clapped against her chin. She was far too gone to question any of this -why a ghost was able to be untouched yet leave visible marks and impacts in its wake. Temari was also in no state to question such matters while she jerked back and forth under the force of the cock that glided in and out of her pussy and ass.
In the blink of an eye, their situations reversed as Temari found her gullet stuffed with chilly ghost cock and Ino winced at the bitterly cold dick in her ass. Their fingers groped and squeezed together over their heads as the bed rattled and shook beneath them. The constant motion made the frame knock against the wall, much like its counterpart back in the first room.
Hinata wasn’t alone - far from it. While her fellow mothers only had the attention of a single ghostly suitor, the Hokage’s Wife was privileged to have an entourage that had pinned her down onto the bed. Eight hands and four haunted hard cocks that pumped and fucked her holes and tits with a pace that would’ve made her head spin. The hands roamed up and down without worry or care as her whole, naked body was massaged and molested in ways that most women weren’t quite attuned to.
Most women weren’t the wife of the legendary Hokage and his infamous clones, though.
But right now her husband was the farthest thing from her mind. The ring on her finger may as well be a dulled band while she took phantom pricks in her lips, pussy, ass, and tits. The lack of friction was exchanged for a frosty chill that made her moan and shudder from both pleasure and peril. The former made her toes curl, while the latter forced her teeth to chatter against the thick ghostly dick in her throat. Her hips betrayed her vows while she eagerly pumped and rolled back against the pair of cocks that pistoned in and out of her loins and rump. She gripped the sheets at her side and arched up while the dick between her tits was pushed back and forth.
And the hands- kami above, the hands . She felt them all over her body- her thighs, her arms, and of course her breasts and hips. Hinata’s milky eyes rolled up while she reveled and basked in the sheer bliss that not even a dozen of her husband’s hardy, adept clones could hope to manage. The contrast of warm, yet fake caresses vs the cold ghostly grip that glided just beneath her skin was unlike any sensation she could imagine.
None of them could.
All five mothers moaned and writhed in their various states while the haunts of the hot springs got to revel in the touch of the warm, feminine flesh. Hands and even tongues roamed and licked against their bodies while the mature kunoichi simply accepted their advances. None of them cared for anything outside these rooms, or beyond this cursed resort. Not even the five metal bands that stung their fingers as harsh as any ghostly touch.
Sakura fluttered her eyes as she straddled the line over the orgasmic edge. Her hips rolled back on their own while she simply gripped the wall for support. She had no control over what her phantom lover whimmed to do and just resigned herself to hold on for the ride. “Oh f-fuck. S-soo goo-oooh?!”
The ghost behind her shifted his grip as he quickly pulled her leg up. Sakura gasped and winced while her body slowly curled to compensate for the sudden change. The rosette grit her teeth while her spectral seducer doubled his pace in her pussy. Over and over again he pumped deep in her velvet folds while her body shuddered and spasmed. Her green eyes rolled back while she drooled in pure climactic bliss. “OOOOOH-MPH!”
Temari and Ino blinked as the loud cry rattled their walls. The ghost that had swapped between their well-swabbed throats abruptly pulled out of Ino’s mouth and left the two behind with swift, parting strikes on their cheeks. Before the two blondes could react to the sudden attack, they found themselves pushed together as their lips were pressed by phantom force. “Mmmph?!”
A low, ghostly chuckle sent shivers down their spines as the second cock returned to take one of the three unoccupied holes. The two dicks acted utterly randomly as they exchanged between the two blondes’ pussies and asses. Sometimes Ino found herself being split by both cocks at once, other times she was left wanting in Temari’s lips while the Suna mother got the same treatment. The whole time they found themselves unable to pull apart thanks to some cold, unseen hands that pressed down on their heads and forced them together. “MMMPH!”
Hinata winced while buried deep in the throes of passion that had consumed her. Between Sakura’s loud gasps and cries in this room and the rattles and moans from the one next to her head she found her ears under just as much assault as her body itself. She felt herself jerk and twitch under the vigorous force of the four ghosts’ molestations, as if they sought to distract her from the other women's wails. A sharp thrust in her ass made the Hokage’s wife gasp against the phantom prick in her mouth. Her back arched up and through the immaterial bodies of her haunted lovers until she remained upright.
The ghosts around her shifted to compensate for her actions. Soon the two in her pussy and ass had simply phased through the bed while they bounced her atop their cocks just over the sheets. Hinata’s knees buried into the simple mattress while her throat and tits were still occupied by the other two phantom pricks. Her hands blindly waved and groped for support through the perverse phantom party’s forms, but found nothing but a chill that made her goosebumps twitch on her sweaty, well-pleasured body.
Karui shuddered as her body knocked and buckled in climactic fits. The spirit above her continued to pump swiftly and surely into her pussy even as her vison turned white. Not even the worldly weight of her femine grip could deter the otherworldly phantom that accosted and assaulted her body. His force pressed down on her until she simply collapsed onto the bed.
“MMGH-PTOO!”
The redhead spat out the sheets and openly moaned while her partner compressed down on her. His icy form made her back explode in goosebumps while the rest of her limbs went numb in her sockets. She jerked back and forth across the mattress while her cheek was smeared in her own drool. “C-Can’t...g-g-go on,” she chattered as she succumbed to the deathly cold touch of pleasure.
The ghost sped up as he heard her admission of defeat until he pushed her right over the threshold of orgasmic oblivion. A sharp, abrupt thrust into her most erogenous spot made Karui’s eyes shrink to pinpricks while her senses overwhelmed her. She let out a weak, broken squeak before her gaze rolled into the back of her skull. She couldn’t see, or feel, anything as her body was lost in the euphoric, neverending void.
She was only the first to fall, but far from the last. One by one the other girls also fell victim to the carnal caresses and calls from beyond the grave. Their bodies grew light as air as the elation of euphoric release brought them aloft.
Hinata struggled against the four cocks and eight hands on her body as long as she could manage. The way those cold hands pressed into her supple skin as they roamed up and down all over and left her nearly breathless. Icy touches that stroked along her arms, her hips, and even behind to squeeze her rump made her dizzy with delight. She doubled her vigorous antics against the ghostly cocks in kind while she sucked, fucked, and rode them with all the passion and vigor that was normally reserved for her and her husband’s bedroom. ‘Oh god...I...I-I want more,’ she quietly pleaded.
Sakura has similar thoughts that ran through her addled mind while she engaged in a one-sided battle with the ghostly tongue in her mouth. The vexing appendage clearly had the advantage as it easily pushed her aside, but her own tongue simply passed through it like a wisp of air. It made her shoulders shiver while her right leg was still held up by an otherworldly power beyond her control.
“Mmmmph~”
The rosette’s eyes rolled back while her hips churned on and on. It was all impulse now -the pure, ravenous desire to rut like a beast in heat. Whatever keen mind and formidable skill she had meant nothing when her body was made a victim of the unbreakable, unbeatable ghostly cock. He rammed her right against the wall - both physically and spiritually...and the latter simply broke.
“O-OOOOOAR!”
Hinata watched Sakura collapse upright as her hollow wail was captured by the phantom’s tongue. Her eyes rolled up as she felt her own orgasm swiftly approach and doubled her efforts against the specters around her. They seemed to eagerly respond to her advances and retaliated in kind while the bed creaked and groaned beneath her. Her own efforts were easily eclipsed as the one-sided contact left her literally powerless against the spirits.
Not that she minded.
Neither did Ino or Temari as they were forced to lock lips while their two ghosts roamed and railed their behinds. Both mothers felt the icy chill as four pairs of hands greedily and eagerly groped and glided across their bodies. Ino squirmed against the spectral palms that played with her stomach and breasts, while Temari shivered as her ass and back were equally toyed with. The blonde duo accepted these assaults on their motherly bodies while they instead swapped spit and tounges together.
It was surreal- to feel the contrast of warm, living flesh and cold, ghostly gropes. The two writhed and groped together for some manner of heat against their deathly cold seducers. Ino’s eyes fluttered shut while Temari’s loose hair swayed and rolled over her face. As one, the two grasped hands and took a step over the orgasmic edge.
Hinata heard them all - their defeated moans while she herself was left on the edge of euphoria. Her eyes flickered between Sakura’s floating-yet-limp body and then over to Karui as the redhead laid flat against the bed. The Hokage’s Wife could hear the duo grunts of Temari and Ino as the two blondes also succumbed to the seductive call from beyond. Their four voices grated on her, much as the four pairs of strong hands and the four thick, meaty cocks.
And finally...she gave herself away. Not with a loud cry, or a bang, but with a soft, tepid wimper as her head rolled back and her hair scraped down by her neck
And then against her back.
Time seemed to slow down as the five mothers reveled in their otherworldly pleasures. Slowly, the clock wound back and took its living denizens along for the ride. Bodies that were once grown simply shrunk down. Hair shifted and strained on their heads while the minute wrinkles of their mature skin were made flawless once more.Eyes once keen and full of experience grew bright and full of youthful folly. The shapely hips of well-defined motherhood smoothed over as the years slipped through their fingers.
Where once there were five adult women trapped in the thrall of ghostly pleasure, now were teenagers who writhed and squirmed against the phantom shackles that had ensnared them.
thump
Hinata - once a wife, barely noticed as her ring slipped off her now-smaller finger. Similar rattles and clunks followed as one by one the bands of marital duty abandoned the other four kunoichi while their spectral seducers continued to toy with them. But now these phantoms seemed more corporeal - more solid as they loomed over the women. Their faces were still indistinguishable, but there could be no denial of the strong, masculine build on each of them. That or the lecherous grins that sent a chill down to the bone.
One of them - the one in her pussy. Raised his hands and made a familiar hand seal. Hinata’s lilac eyes widened before the room was filled with a white smoke. One that swirled away as more figures rose to attention before the three young women.
Quite literally.
Steam rose from the hot spring waters as splashes and moans were lost in the surrounding trees. The silhouettes of young, shapely bodies and the phantoms of well-built men writhed and ground in a familiar decadent dance. Not one of the women - Kunoichi - showed any sign of grief or protest to this mating of sin between the living and deceased. Not as they let pleasure consume their renewed youthful bodies.
“O-Oooh!”
Haah!
“E-EYAAAH!”
A trio of trills escaped the lips of the three beauties of Konoha while their pussies were stuffed side by side. Their backs pushed against the smooth stone between the walkway and the edge of the hot spring. Above them were the same spiky-haired specter that felt more and more tangible by the moment. So real in fact that the girls could rub their legs or hands on the ghosts’ bodies while their asses clapped against fat, swollen sacs.
“A-haaa-ooumph~”
Sakura’s toes curled up in the air as her lips were taken by her spirited lover. Her legs bounced up and down in rhythm to the ruts that she gladly partook in. She pulled her arms up around his back while her hips continued to roll up to match his vigorous strokes. Each gyration made her eyes flutter as her back was rubbed raw against the ground. Pleased moans passed her lips and muffled into the hulking figure that swirled from the steam around her.
“Ngh!”
Hinata’s legs swiftly locked around her partner’s back while she bit her finger to mask her squeaks. The cold, chilly fingers squeezed and fondled her bare tits until her erect nipples stuck out and rubbed against the specter’s body. The added chill from his incorporeal chest made goosebumps plague her skin. Her ankles continued to rub up and down over the cold, somewhat clammy back while she let her body be molested freely.
“F-Fuuuuuck!”
Ino was much more active than her fellow kunoichi as she pulled her hands against the ghost’s ass. Her fingers squeezed through the spirit’s body as she constantly adjusted herself. Her head was pulled back by the phantom fingers locked in her hair. Pleasure and euphoria left her knees locked and her feet pointed right towards the night sky above.
The trio was hardly alone as their fellow former mothers writhed and reveled in the waters around them. Temari’s pleased mewls passed from the left, while Karui’s choked cries and grunts echoed from the right. The steam from the water made it hard to make anything out. Anything, save the shadowy figures that continued to accost and please the ladies from the world beyond.
Temari leaned back as a thick ghost cock pumped in and out of her mouth. Her hand struggled to stay on the spectral shaft while she pumped it and an identical counterpart off behind her. Her task was made somewhat harder as a third spirit kept her legs pried apart for yet another phantom dick that slammed in and out of her ass. Her four pigtails shuddered and swayed in the steamy breeze while her ass remained in the hot waters around her.
“Hrrrmp-p-pwah!”
The Suna kunoichi pulled her lips off the first cock and turned to face the other dick behind her. She shifted her left hand up to try and palm and squeeze the phantom glans while her tongue swirled and lapped at her new treat. A cold hand reached up and dug itself between her pigtails while she popped her mouth over the next one’s cock.
The third ghost was hardly idle while its two counterparts got a taste of the sandy blondes' ripe, plump lips. His own hands rubbed and squeezed her legs until a nice trail of goosebumps had been left in his wake. He shifted through the ground in the hot springs so his cock could thrust up at an angle that only the most dexterous of living mortals could hope to manage. The change made her bare tits flop and crash up right before the delighted specter’s gaze. A soft, haunted chuckle echoed in Temari’s ears as she relished in the decadence around her.
The Konoha trio faintly heard their fellow kunoichi moan even as they were wrapped in their own blanket of pleasure. Somehow the three had been shifted - stacked together one atop the other . Hinata’s back rubbed against the ground while her tits scraped and prodded against Ino’s own robust chest. The blonde’s back was massaged by Sakura’s own modest bosom as the tower of ladies were assaulted from the mists around them.
“Mmph! Mph! Mmmph!”
Sakura’s groans were cut off as a ghostly cock pumped deep into her gullet over and over again. Her tongue tried to batter against the shaft but simply phased through at the ghost’s will. Her hips rolled and spasmed atop her former rival’s shapely body as a phantom dick rocked and rubbed in and out of her holes. However, instead of simply pulling out like a living man would need to, the spirit opted to simply pass through the thin space between her pussy and ass as its rhythm never slowed for even a second. The only time it ceased was when the ghost opted to depart entirely and instead strike one of the other two ladies below her.
Hinata whimpered at the bottom due to the weight of the two kunoichi above her. Her back arched up as the cold, thick ghost cock between her and Ino’s tits continued to pump and glide through the gap of heaven’s gates. Each stroke made her shiver and shudder, much like the blonde above her. She let out a squeak as the familiar touch of the horny ghost glided down through her crotch and began to fuck her wet, needy pussy once again.
Ino barely noticed any of this as she was trapped in her world of carnal delights. Her eyes rolled up as her hair swayed and bounced in tandem with her hips. The ghost in her tits clashed against the warmth of Hinata’s breasts, much like the contrast of her fellow kunoichi’s warm bodies and the cold, clammy touch of the spirits that haunted them. “Mmmm~”
Karui’s ear twitched at the distant, echoed sound of Ino’s moans while the Iwa beauty contended with her own triple threat. Her hands squeezed her own thighs while she held her legs open for the pair of phantom pricks that pumped in and out of her pussy and ass. Any mewls and moans on her part were thwarted courtesy of a third cock that slammed up and down into her gullet. Not even the hot waters that surrounded her body could keep her warm while her bare tits flopped and bounced out of the hot spring
The redhead’s eyes glazed over as sheer, wanton bliss consumed her. No more did she have even a flicker of her defiant spark - none of them did. She had fully succumbed to the wills of this haunted place and the horny specter that loomed over it. And by the carnal moans that grunted out of her occupied lips...she couldn’t be happier.
The spirits around her took stock of Karui’s moans and doubled their vigor against the Iwa beauty. On and on the cocks pumped from her loins and rear while her hand was buried in the gap under her knees. She tried to match their pace to little avail and simply resigned herself to the pleasure that poured out of her sweaty, lustful body.
The ghosts by the trio heard both Karui and Temari’s moans as the Konoha Trio curled and writhed in bliss. Two of the spirits departed back into the mists while the last one glided down against a nearby bench. Instantly, the three ladies converged on his incorporeal body. They rubbed and writhed against him while their mouths greedily fought for the coveted right to duel the spirit’s otherworldly tongue.
A garbled giggle passed through the mists while he effortlessly pushed the girls around him. Soon he had Ino to his right and Sakura on his left with Hinata straddling against his lap. His hand pushed the blonde’s back against his shoulder before she reached up and squeezed her sensitive breast. Such a sudden act made her gasp in delight while her other hand swiftly reached down and furiously fingered her pussy.
Sakura shuffled closer from the left as she pushed her modest chest against the ghost’s cheek. Even without features on his face, it was all too clear how well he responded to such a deed. His left hand gilded around her shapely rear and squeezed her curvaceous hip while she continued to smear her breast against the ghost’s head.
Hinata’s body acted on its own while she shifted down off the bench and onto her knees on the ground. Her hands gingerly pulled at the ghost’s legs. Her fingers shifted and phased through the specter before it humored her will and exposed its massive, mortal-breaking cock before the hungry Hyuuga’s milky eyes. She leaned in and began to lavishly lick just as the ghost lazily pushed its leg through her thigh and settled its phantom foot on her ass.
The carnal choir of earthly delights persisted as the steam grew thick around them. It rose higher and higher into the starry skies until even the bright full moon was concealed. All that remained were the shapes that writhed in and around the waters. A union of life and death as fair flesh was compelled by the decadent dealings of the afterlife. Time slid away like water down the river - unseen and unheeded by the debauchery below.
Pale light shone down on the resort grounds once more while the five living kunoichi found some much needed respite. Their copious amounts of partners had vanished and left but a single ghost for each woman to contend with. The group had split apart to give themselves more room around the hot water while they enjoyed the touch and teases of their current lovers.
“O-Ooooh~”
Ino’s nails dug into the rock as she tried to roll her hips back. The stone under her knee and the water against her other calf were minor distractions compared to the firm grip on her ponytail. Constant moans and mewls escaped her lips while she let her tits bounce and flop free as the chorus of carnal delight echoed in her ear.
“Ngh!”
Off to Ino’s left was her former rival Sakura - also on her hands and knees just out of the hot spring’s water. She grimaced against the spectral hand on her head while her back arched against the phantom cock in her pussy. Each thrust made her toes curl and fingers flex as she was rammed through climax after climax.
“Hah...ha-aaa-aah!”
Temari’s hands groped back behind her while her feet dangled over her head. The cold grip on her hair and the even colder cock in her pussy made the hardy, hot desert kunoichi shiver and shudder while her bare rump rubbed against the smooth stone beneath her. She tipped her head back and moaned as her tits flopped and crashed in the space between her upturned legs.
Slosh! Slosh!
Karui’s legs lurked under the hot spring’s surface while she rode atop the translucent-yet-tangible crotch of her own ghostly lover. Her head tipped back as sweet, throaty coos passed her lips with every roll and shake from her hips. Her long red hair was kept pinned against her dark, wet back courtesy of a pair of strong ghostly arms that wrapped around her body. A hand gripped her hair just below her nape while the other palm squeezed and molested her hip.
Mwah...m-mwaaaah. mwah~
Hinata heard all this even as she lazily and lethargically bobbed her head up and down over the ghostly cock in her gullet. Her efforts were aided as the phantom whose loins she feasted on used his spectral hands to tug on her long, luscious hair. The grip in her violet tresses made her milky eyes flutter while she continued to feast on the chilly cock.
The steam rose higher and higher as the moon was cloaked in clouds once more...
Waters once disturbed now lay in rest as the chorus of carnal moans echoed nearby. The five kunoichi were now on the walkway next to the hot springs as their ghostly lovers contineud to fuck the aged-down MILFs. Their shapely, naked bodies were pressed against the railing while each one enjoyed the actions of their own horny haunt. A chorus of moans poured from their lips, whether they were occupied or left free.
Temari winced against her pulled pigtails while her tounge was busy in a spar with her fellow blonde. She gripped the railing until her nails had dug against the aged wood. Her tits bounced back and forth as the specter behind her continued to pound her drenched pussy with force that threatened to send her over the edge. Spit and slobber escaped her mouth as she swallowed Ino’s wanton moans.
Ino herself was between Temari and Hinata as she kept her whole focus on the suna kunoichi. Tears leaked from her upturned, glazed eyes as her exposed pussy leaked desire down her shaky legs. The vigorous ghostly cock in her ass continued to pump and stretch her puckered rear while her arms were pulled back behind her. Her ponytail flopped and bounced down her naked back and over her hip while she struggled to stay on her feet under the intense balance of pain and pleasure.
Hinata spared a single glance to her left at the blonde duo before a sharp thrust in her tits snapped her focus back. The ghostly cock continued to pump in and out of her cleavage as it phased through the railing right below her chest. Its abrupt stroke up managed to pierce her plump lips and keep the cold, spectral crown trapped in her mouth. She shifted her weight back against the phantom dick in her pussy while focusing her efforts on her new favorite treat. She felt a warm tug on her left tit, courtesy of the rosette perched on her back to her right.
Sakura mumbled and drooled while her body was thrust into over and over again by a pair of ghostly loins. She didn’t bother to look back at the specters that had her restrained by her hips. All she cared to do was roll and undulate her body back and forth as her toes curled in sheer, wanton bliss. Her left hand remained on Hinata’s breast, while her right instead clutched the globulous dark ass cheek that clapped and rattled beside her.
Karui was over the edge - both mentally and literally. Her feet remained in the air towards the walkway’s roof as a phantom lover continued to pound down on her with sheer, considerable force. His ghostly legs stayed on the railing beside her as he plowed down on her with a pace that went beyond living limits. Any groans from her mouth were muffled courtesy of another ghost engaged in a deep, passionate kiss as his head poked out of the rocks. The Iwa Kunoichi twitched and grunted while her breasts were rubbed against the supports of the walkway as she felt the contrast between cold, deathly dicks and her fellow kunoichi’s warm hand on her ass.
The quintet continued to shudder and groan against their spectral partners even as the haze rose from the hot waters. More ghosts emerged, cocks at the ready as the effortlessly phased through the tangible surroundings and slotted in to further titillate the living, breathing women. Not a one of them offered protest and instead gleefully and happily let these tresspasses take them further and further.
Ino and Temari’s tongues parted ways to let a ghostly dick rise between their lips. The two blondes kept their eyes closed as they rubbed their lips and tongues over the girthy intrusion. Sweet, succulent coos echoed and reverberated out of their mouths while their neglected breasts were seized by phantom lips.
Hinata shuddered while her hands were pried off of the railing and instead coaxed over the edge to wrap around the pair of ghost cocks that dangled like icicles under the wood. Her fingers eagerly wrapped around them and began to pump at a pace tha matched the vigor between her tits and legs. The ghostly hands shifted and propped her up until she was left on her curled toe tips for support. The sudden motion made her lips sink further down the phantom shaft that had poked its way into her mouth.
Sakura didn’t gain any new friends, save the noticeable weight of a foot on her stomach. Her hazy eyes squinted in the steam and looked up at the ghost over Karui that had shifted its foot onto the rosette’s stomach instead. The sudden pressure made her grunt even as she continued to roll and crash her hips back against the ghosts in her holes.
Karui also gained very little except a pair of phantom hands that seized her tits. The ghostly tongue in her mouth shifted while the entire specter shifted and phased until another cock was pried up into her cleavage. Her eyes glanced up at the sudden motion before she was coaxed back to the attentive tongue lodged in her throat.
Moans and groans continued to haunt the hot spring while the moon shone overhead. Steam rose out of the waters and danced around the darkness while the five Kunoichi remained locked in bliss. Enslaved in passions that reached beyond the boundaries of the living just to seduce the group of mothers.
Just as it had done in the past.
Five pairs of eyes stared up at the full moon over head. Five bodies floated on the water in a circle as their hair mingled together. Five naked, sweaty kunoichi squirmed and moaned as the rigors of a long night of sex finally wore them down. All five barely noticed as the steam swirled out of the water and towards the crowd of phantoms that surrounded them. Five kunoichi against the uncountable number of ghostly cocks pumped and pointed their way.
And then...it came.
Cum - actual cum fired out against the group of Kunoichi and assaulted them all. They squirmed and moaned as their tits, stomachs, and faces were utterly drenched in seed. No part of them were spared as it webbed between their tits, fingers, and even landed right into their open mouths. A certain rosette and a violet-tressed beauty even turned and engaged in a vigorous battle to lap as much seed off each other’s faces as they could manage. The Suna and Iwa Kunoichi lay back with their mouths open and tongues left to crash and break a bubbly sea of spunk. The last Konoha kunoichi rubbed her sticky hands over her body as the endless shower of cum consumed them all.
Not even the muted glint of their ring-clad fingers remained once the mists rolled in and blocked out the moon.
...
“Did you sleep well?”
The inkeeper’s question made the group of mature women blink. The main foyer glowed as the early morning sun leaked in from the open doors. Outside, the deer catcher thumped against the rock while the soft babble of water reached their ears. A moment of eternity passed before they collectively nodded. “Y-Yes, very well,” Ino nervously chuckled while a shudder passed over her spine.
“That is good. I trust the dreams the Spring gave you were pleasant as well,” the old woman mused as she tried to keep herself awake. The kunoichi nodded in agreement before they finished checking out and readied themselves for the trip back to Konoha.
“Aaaah,” Hinata sighed and stretched out her back. “I haven’t felt that relaxed in...well, a long time,” the Hokage’s wife admitted with a blush and a smile.
“Yeah - it's like I was a chunin again,” Sakura chuckled. The other girls nodded as well while they recanted their experiences at the inn. “How was your massage, Temari?”
“Really good - felt like it took all that weight from the slacker right off,” she admitted with a wry grin on her lips. Her fingers rubbed against her palm and the simple metal band on her finger. “Made me kind of miss Shikamaru and Shikadai though.”
“I felt the same way - I can’t wait to get back to Choji and Chocho,” Karui declared with an uncharacteristically wide smile on her lips. She stretched her arms back over her head and leaned back into her wrists. “Maybe I’ll even see about giving Chocho a lesson or two...just this once,” she admitted with a wry grin.
Hinata glanced at the girls as her smile lessened. It seemed no one else had suffered the mysterious ail that had lingered in her head. Either that, or no one was really quite willing to accept a rather large elephant in the room. She took a deep breath to coax their attention towards her before she finally spoke out loud. “Does...does anyone remember anything from last night? Anything...strange?”
The other four blinked and paused to ponder. Even without her Byakugan active Hinata could at least see the little tells -the finger twitches, the eyebrow flutter, or even a shoulder stifffen back. Her question had a resonance, even if she herself couldn’t openly admit to what had...or rather, what she thought, had happened to her.
“I can’t quite remember...but it felt really, really good,” Ino finally admitted. Sakura and Karui grunted similar affirmations, much to Hinata’s grief. If that’s how they felt about it...perhaps it’s what she thought about it as well.
“Yeah, I felt the same way. I don’t think I’d mind coming back here at all,” Temari said with a little more conviction in her voice. Hinata blinked and tried to offer her own words, but was drowned out by the others.
“You know what, Temari? I think you’re right. Maybe we could convince Lady Tsunade to come. What do you think, Sakura?” She turned to her former rival.
The rosette blinked and pondered if their master would really enjoy herself here. The name alone may be enough to make her wilt and deny it out of hand. Then again, if they could have such a positive experience, what’s to say that the same couldn’t be said of the slug princess? “Hmm, she may not like the sake, but its worth a shot at least,” Sakura finally shrugged.
Hinata bit her lip as she seriously and heavily weighed her words for her last, almost-desperate plea. The group walked towards the entryway and the nearby road back to the village before Hinata slowed down. “Should we...hmm, think we should tell our husbands?” she asked quietly, with her head down.
The other four stopped and turned back to Hinata. A storm of emotions passed between them as they had to come to their own consensus. The world grew quiet around them as even the deer knocker seemed to fade away. Not but the gentle moan of the wind between the nearby trees penetrated the eerie blanket of silence.
“...Nah, nothing wrong with a little mission between us kunoichi, is there?”
Hinata looked up to see the others affirm such a stance. She didn’t know who had said it first, only that all the girls were in agreement. Against the slight tug in her heart, she couldn’t help as her lips curled up. “Yeah...I suppose you’re right,” Hinata finally admitted.
The refreshed group left the grounds behind as they chatted excitedly over the prospects of a repeat visit. Their voices soon left the rustic little inn until the fabled onsen was far behind their backs. A silence washed over the worn halls...save the sounds of water sloshing from within the hot spring itself.
“Aaaaah...that’s more like it.”
An imposing specter of a man settled back against the rock with a deep, contentful sigh. His arms swept along the edges while he spread his legs wide open for the other figure that laid crouched between him. Though no living soul was witness to this lascivious haunt, it would’ve been quite the shock to see the instantly identifiable features of spiky white hair on his head and long, impossibly red locks that treaded out along the water’s edge from the woman in his lap.
“Been a long, long time since I had it that good,” the man chuckled as he put a lazy hand on his lovely fellow spirit’s head. She said nothing while her ghostly lips remained wrapped around a thick, long cock. The same cock that had so recently accosted, seduced, and sated the group of motherly kunoichi the night prior. “ Heh, and to think those little sprouts grew up like that. The brat’s wife could easily rival Tsunade,” he giggled lecherously.
The woman at his lap bobbed her head even as she rolled her eyes. She raised a hand out of the water and tapped his incorporeal knee. He got the hint and reached behind him for a thick book, equally as spectral as the pair.
“Right, let’s see where I left off,” he grunted and flipped to the last page. He proceeded to write as the woman at his crotch serviced him without protest or halt, even as his lascivious giggles and lecherous ramblings echoed in her ear. She performed herself admirably while she tended to the needs of her husband’s old teacher and listened to his outward musings.
The weaponkeeper moaned as she shifted back into the ghost’s arms. Her hands traced over the incorporeal limbs that had ensnared her well-kept body. She felt his touch, even as she herself could not touch him, while their hips rolled together again and again...
Silent giggles and moans echoed from the empty Hot Spring as the inn awaited its next guests...