Morning light filtered through the curtains of the Harem Seal House.
There was no mist. No storm. No chakra flaring from beyond the walls.
Only breath.
And warmth.
Naruto lay in the center of the sunlit bed — naked, legs tangled in silk sheets, golden hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with peace.
He wasn't hard.
Not yet.
He didn't need to be.
Because today… they would make him that way.
With love.
Hinata was the first.
She didn't speak. She didn't wait.
She simply climbed into his lap, kissed him softly, and lowered herself onto him with a slow, desperate moan.
He was barely hard — but her warmth made him rise.
She held his face.
And as she rocked gently, her voice trembled.
"I waited for you since I was a little girl," she whispered. "I used to cry, knowing I wasn't brave enough to speak to you."
He kissed her cheeks — lips to tears — and whispered, "You're everything."
She came once — slow, quiet, gasping his name.
Then slipped away, smiling.
Ino took her place.
Straddled him with a teasing grin — but there was sadness in her voice.
"I always thought you were the dumb one. But I was the idiot. I never saw what kind of man you were becoming."
She guided his cock inside her, sighing at the stretch.
Her pace was slow.
Her hands never left his chest.
"I don't want chakra," she whispered. "I want to wake up beside you. Every day."
He stroked her thighs.
Held her hips as she came.
She kissed him, sweet and long, then stepped back with wet eyes.
Sakura was next.
No words.
Just a look.
And then she rode him — silent, graceful, mouth parted in quiet awe at how right it felt.
"I was chasing Sasuke," she said softly, tears slipping down.
"I never realized… you were chasing me."
He grabbed her hand.
Held it.
And they came together — her cry breaking, his release full.
When she left, she kissed his forehead like a lover… and like a wife.
Sasuko came last before Tsunade.
She didn't ride him like a rival.
She slid onto his cock with reverence, eyes locked to his.
"I hated how you made me feel," she said. "Like I wasn't alone."
Her thrusts were shallow, slow, each one shaking her.
"I don't want to be strong around you. I want to be yours."
He came again inside her, body arching.
And she let herself collapse onto his chest.
Tsunade didn't ride him that morning.
She simply cradled him.
Held him.
While his seed dripped from the girls.
While his cock softened.
While his breath slowed.
"You are ours," she whispered into his hair.
"But we were always yours first."