Tries to fight back

Hinata stood alone amidst the ruin, her Byakugan flaring through tear-streaked lavender eyes, her knees trembling as she snatched a kunai from the ground. Her grip shook, but her voice cut through the chaos, raw and defiant. “Let him go!” she cried, the blade glinting as she aimed it at the nightmare towering over her.

Baby tilted his head, Naruto’s features twisting into a smirk that was both sinister and seductive. “Oh, Hinata,” he chided, his voice a velvet growl warped from Naruto’s familiar tone, “you think you can fight me? I have complete control over you—your body, your will, all mine through that sweet little seed I planted.” He raised a hand with elegant ease, his molten eyes locking onto hers. “Drop the weapon,” he purred. Her fingers twitched, resisting for a fleeting moment, but then parted against her will, the kunai clattering to the stone as her arm fell limp. A choked sob escaped her, her gaze dropping to her betraying hands, horror sinking into her bones.

He stepped closer, his thick, whip-like tail brushing the ground with a soft scrape, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating. “It’s too late, my darling,” he murmured, leaning in until his breath warmed her ear, his silver-streaked hair grazing her cheek. “The world’s already lost—Konoha, the shinobi, all mine.” His fingers traced her jaw with possessive tenderness, his crimson-silver eyes glinting with sadistic delight. “But you can be with them—with your friends, with your lover Naruto, forever. All you have to do is submit.”

Hinata’s eyes blazed, her fists clenching as she lunged, a second kunai flashing in her grip. But her body betrayed her again—her arm froze mid-strike, trembling as Baby’s will, woven through the silvery curse within her chakra, seized her. “No!” she gasped, her voice breaking, but her limbs stilled, her knees buckling as she sank to the ground, tears streaming down her face. He loomed over her, his grin slow and indulgent. “Shh, my sweet,” he whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, “you can’t resist me—but you don’t have to. Submit, and you’ll have Naruto forever.”

Her resolve fractured, the twisted promise of her lover too potent to withstand. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head bowing in defeat. Baby’s smirk softened into a cruelly gentle smile. He reached down, Naruto’s hands lifting her gently from the ground, cradling her as they rose into the air, his shimmering chakra suspending them in a lover’s embrace. His lips found hers, kind yet fierce, a passionate kiss that deepened as he poured Naruto’s warmth into her, his tongue tracing hers with a possessive intimacy. Hinata’s breath hitched, her hands clutching his shoulders, lost in the illusion of the man she adored.

The infected village watched from below, their red eyes glinting with awe as Baby’s hands slid down her body, deftly slipping her panties free, the fabric fluttering to the ruins. He lowered her slowly, his erection—Naruto’s, now his—pressing into her with a deliberate, passionate thrust, her gasp swallowed by his kiss. They moved together in the air, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, her body yielding as he fucked her with a fervor that mocked tenderness, the act a grotesque parody of love. The air thrummed with his power, and as their rhythm intensified, a silvery liquid—his essence—seeped from where they joined, spreading from her pussy to encase her thighs, her waist, creeping upward with a wet, glistening sheen.

Their climax shattered the night, Hinata’s cry mingling with Baby’s low growl, her body shuddering against his as the silvery tide surged, covering her chest, her arms, and finally her face, fully encapsulating her in a cocoon of liquid power just as they peaked together. She hung suspended in his embrace, the cocoon pulsing with his chakra, her form now a shimmering silhouette against the fractured sky—forever his, forever lost.