He began to fondle her body

As Lord Ryujin's gaze lingered on Kushina's tranquil face, his pupils seemed to dilate, and his breathing slowed. The air in the room grew heavier, thick with an unspoken tension that neither of them dared to acknowledge. Without warning, Lord Ryujin's hand slid across the narrow space between them, his fingers closing around Kushina's breasts from behind. The sudden touch sent a jolt of surprise through Kushina's body, and her eyes snapped open, locking onto Lord Ryujin's intense stare.

Kushina's eyes widened in surprise, her pupils constricting as she processed the sudden invasion of her personal space. Her voice, low and husky, was laced with a hint of warning as she spoke, "My lord, what are you doing?" The words tumbled out of her mouth in a soft, urgent whisper, her breath dancing across Lord Ryujin's face.

Lord Ryujin's eyes never wavered from Kushina's as he replied, his deep voice low and even, "I'm doing what needs to be done, Kushina. We've danced around this for far too long." His fingers, still wrapped around her breast, seemed to tighten ever so slightly, sending a shiver down her spine. "I'm offering you a permanent deal with Konoha, one that would grant you a place among the village's elite, and all the privileges that come with it." His gaze seemed to bore into her very soul, as if daring her to refuse. "In return, you would remain by my side, as my personal escort and... companion."

Kushina's eyes fluttered closed, her mind racing with the weight of Lord Ryujin's proposal. The promise of a permanent deal with Konoha, and the privileges that came with it, was a tantalizing one. But as she considered the offer, her thoughts inevitably turned to her son, Naruto. She could almost see his bright, eager face, his eyes shining with a fierce determination that seemed to burn brighter with every passing day.

As she thought of Naruto, Kushina's gaze drifted back to Lord Ryujin, her voice barely above a whisper. "My lord, I...I have a son. Naruto.

He's all I have left of his father, and I couldn't possibly..." Her words trailed off, her eyes welling up with a mixture of emotions as she struggled to find the right words.

Lord Ryujin's expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving Kushina's face as he replied, his deep voice low and soothing. "You won't have to worry about him, Kushina. I'll take care of him too." His words were laced with a quiet confidence, a sense of reassurance that seemed to wash over Kushina like a gentle wave.

As he spoke, Lord Ryujin's fingers, still wrapped around Kushina's breast, seemed to relax, his touch becoming almost gentle.

Kushina's voice was barely above a whisper as she sought reassurance, her eyes searching Lord Ryujin's face for any sign of deception. "You promise?" she asked, her words hanging in the air like a delicate thread. Lord Ryujin's nod was almost imperceptible, but Kushina's gaze caught the subtle movement, and she felt a spark of hope ignite within her.

With a quiet resolve, Kushina's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, her fingers grasping the fabric as she slowly began to lift it upwards. The soft rustle of the material filled the air as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin of her torso.

As Kushina's pants and underwear slid down her legs, the soft rustle of the fabric seemed to fill the air, punctuated by the gentle creak of the bedframe as she shifted her weight. The lanterns outside cast a warm, golden glow upon her skin, illuminating the gentle curves of her body as she stood before Lord Ryujin, completely nude. Her ponytail, still tied back, seemed to accentuate the delicate shape of her neck, drawing Lord Ryujin's gaze to the soft, **** skin that lay exposed.

As Kushina stood before him, her nudity illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns, Lord Ryujin's gaze roamed over her body, drinking in the sight of her curves. His eyes lingered on the gentle swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the delicate shape of her neck. With a quiet deliberation, he reached for the hem of his own shirt, his fingers closing around the fabric as he pulled it upwards, revealing the chiseled contours of his torso.

The soft rustle of his clothing filled the air as he shed his garments, his movements economical and precise.

As Lord Ryujin undressed completely, revealing his fit figure and his huge dick, Kushina couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over her. She had never seen a man so well-built, so confident, and so well-endowed. She felt a spark of desire ignite within her, a desire that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Lord Ryujin's gaze never left Kushina's face as he moved closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek, and Kushina couldn't help but lean into his touch.