The silence didn't last long.
Once Hinata whispered her truth — that she hadn't sealed herself — the room became something new.
No longer a bed of lovers.
Now it was a battleground of mothers-to-be.
And Naruto?
The prize.
"I carried your feelings before any of them," Sakura said first, her voice quiet but burning.
She knelt on the bed, her body bare, her eyes locked to his.
"Let me carry your child."
Sasuko rose beside her, jaw clenched, Sharingan flickering.
"I'm the only one who can handle a Uchiha-Uzumaki bloodline without collapsing," she said coldly.
Her voice cracked slightly. "And I want you inside me… more than I've ever admitted."
Ino slipped in next, crawling across the bed with dangerous grace, her hands sliding up Naruto's chest.
"I'm fertile right now," she purred. "You want your child raised with empathy and beauty? Let me give you one."
Hinata didn't speak.
She just curled closer to Naruto's side, kissing his shoulder once… then again… then whispering:
"I won't fight them. But I'll love whatever part of you grows inside me more than anyone else ever could."
Then came Tsunade.
Towering.
Naked.
Beautiful.
"I'm the only one who's seen how the world eats men like you alive," she said. "Give me your child. Let me protect what's left of you when you're gone."
Naruto's heart thundered in his chest.
He was hard already.
So hard it hurt.
And then…
Sakura mounted him.
Without waiting.
Without permission.
She slid his cock deep inside her drenched pussy and moaned, "If this is a contest… then I'm going first."
His hands gripped her hips instinctively.
"S-Sakura—!"
She began to bounce.
Not fast.
But deep.
Each thrust meant for one thing: breeding.
"I'll ride you until your balls are dry," she whispered. "Until I'm dripping with your future."
Then Sasuko climbed behind her — straddling Naruto's thighs, kissing Sakura's shoulder, whispering, "When you're done, I'm next."
Naruto cried out.
His cock throbbed violently inside Sakura's clenching, desperate folds.
She gasped.
And with a final, broken moan—
He came.
Thick.
Hot.
Flooding her womb.
Sakura screamed, head thrown back.
But as she trembled, Sasuko pulled her off.
Already lining herself up.
Already grinding his slick, still-hard cock against her soaked entrance.
And so it went.
One by one.
They rode him.
Each girl demanding a chance to be the first to swell with his child.
And Naruto?
He came for all of them.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Yet honored.
Because in every moan, every bounce, every whispered plea…
They weren't just riding his cock.
They were asking for a future with him.