Baby Invites Temari for Dinner

Kurenai’s home nestled quietly on the edge of Konoha, a modest dwelling with paper screens and a low roof, its wooden floors worn smooth by years of her steady tread. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting soft amber pools across the room as Baby reclined on a cushion, Kurenai’s lithe form stretched out with a predator’s ease. Naomi knelt before him, her hands reverent as they parted Kurenai’s thighs, the air thickening with the musk of devotion and the faint creak of the house settling around them. Her tongue traced slow, worshipful paths along Kurenai’s pussy, each lap a silent hymn to her Master, her eyes half-lidded with fervor. Baby savored the sensation through Kurenai’s skin—the wet heat, the shiver of nerves—his crimson gaze drifting lazily as he orchestrated his next move, the pleasure a quiet hum beneath his plotting.

At a low table beside him, he dipped a brush into ink, Kurenai’s elegant hand moving with her practiced precision to pen a letter. The strokes flowed smoothly, her script a perfect mimicry pulled from her memories—warm yet formal, the tone she’d used with allies like Temari. “My dear Temari,” he wrote, his voice a soft murmur in Kurenai’s throat, “I’ve missed our talks. Join me for dinner tomorrow night—Shikamaru’s welcome too, if he can be bothered. There’s much to discuss.” Naomi’s tongue flicked deeper, a ripple of heat coiling through Kurenai’s core, and Baby paused, letting the sensation linger before adding, “Something’s stirring beyond the village. I’d value your insight.” He sealed it with Kurenai’s signature flourish, a trap veiled in camaraderie, and set the brush aside, his smirk widening as Naomi’s devotion pulsed against him.

“Good girl,” he purred, threading Kurenai’s fingers into Naomi’s hair, guiding her with a cruel tenderness as she worked. The scent of her arousal mingled with the ink’s sharp tang, a heady blend that fueled his glee. “Temari will come, and Shikamaru with her—two ripe little souls for me to fuck into submission.” Naomi moaned softly against Kurenai’s flesh, her worship unwavering, and Baby tilted her head back, letting the climax ripple through Kurenai’s body—a slow, shuddering release that painted Naomi’s lips.