Hinata offers the stolen chakra to Baby

The ruins of the battlefield lay silent, the last embers of resistance snuffed out beneath the weight of Baby’s dominion. Mei knelt before him, her newly silvered hair cascading over her shoulders, her once-defiant emerald eyes now blazing red-silver with worshipful awe, every breath a testament to her submission. Above her stood Baby, his golden bio-organic armor reflecting the dim moonlight, his silver-streaked hair flowing like a divine conqueror’s, his crimson gaze glinting with cruel satisfaction. The world was his, the Tuffle Empire absolute—and then, a familiar presence glided to his side.

Hinata, his most loyal, most perfect queen, approached with a grace that belied her power, her red-silver Byakugan eyes gleaming with wicked devotion, her sleek, bio-organic form shimmering as she knelt before him. In her palms pulsed an orb of stolen chakra—Killer Bee’s jinchūriki power, a vibrant, eight-tailed red glow she’d extracted with Kurenai, now cradled reverently as an offering. “Master,” she purred, her voice a sultry hymn laced with contempt for the untainted, “I offer you Bee’s strength—his chakra, his essence, all for you.” Baby’s smirk widened, his tail flicking with anticipation as he leaned forward, the air thickening with the musk of conquest and the faint tang of sea salt carried on the misty wind.

He reached out, his fingers curling over her wrist, pulling her closer as she parted her blackened lips, lowering her head to take him into her mouth. Naruto’s erection—now his—throbbed as she sucked with fervent precision, her tongue swirling with expert devotion, channeling Bee’s chakra through the act. The red glow flowed from her, seeping into Baby’s core, a fiery thread amplifying his power with each deliberate bob of her head, her muffled moans a praise to “Lord Baby.” His bio-organic armor rippled, merging Bee’s strength with Kurama’s, a surge of raw energy that shuddered through his form, his aura glowing momentarily as he absorbed every last drop. Hinata’s pace quickened, her claws gripping his thighs, her breath hitching as their energies intertwined, the transfer a dark sacrament of submission and power.

Around them, Sakura, Mei, Kurenai, and Sasuke watched, their red-silver eyes gleaming with lustful reverence—Sakura’s blood-streaked hands idle, Mei’s trembling, newly converted form still adjusting to her subservience, Kurenai’s latex-clad curves poised in silent approval, and Sasuke’s tail swaying as his Sharingan and Rinnegan fixed on the scene with a smirk. The tension electrified the air as Baby’s climax erupted, a roar of “Yes, my queen!” in Naruto’s warped voice as he spilled into her mouth, the silvery essence of his release mingling with the chakra, sealing the transfer with a pulse that shook the ruins.