Chapter 3: Claimed in Front of Him**

**Chapter 3: Claimed in Front of Him**

The wet, filthy sounds of Mebuki’s mouth on Naruto’s cock filled the Haruno bedroom.

Kizashi stood frozen behind the camera, shutter finger twitching on autopilot. Every flash lit up the same impossible image: his wife of twenty years on her knees between another man’s legs, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping down her chin in long, shiny strings. Naruto’s thick, veined cock disappeared deeper into her throat with every slow thrust of his hips. The higher power that had answered the blonde after the war pulsed through the room like heat, making the air heavy, almost syrupy. It wrapped around Kizashi’s mind and body, locking his legs in place, forcing his eyes to stay open, forcing his cock to stay rock-hard inside his pants even as his heart tried to crawl out of his chest.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

But it was.

Naruto’s hand was buried in Mebuki’s short blonde hair, guiding her. His other hand held one of her ass cheeks spread wide for the camera so the lens could see everything—the soaked g-string pulled to the side, the puffy, glistening lips of her pussy, the slow drip of her arousal that had already left a dark spot on the marital sheets.

“That’s it,” Naruto murmured, voice low and almost gentle. “Take it deeper, Mebuki-san. Your husband’s watching. Show him how much you love it.”

Mebuki’s muffled moan vibrated around the thick shaft. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, completely gone. The higher power had slipped inside her the moment Naruto’s cock first stretched her lips. It whispered that resistance was pointless, that pleasure this intense was her new truth. Every time she tried to pull back, the power pushed her forward again until her nose pressed against Naruto’s abdomen and her throat bulged obscenely.

Kami… it’s so big… I can’t breathe… but it tastes so good… Kizashi is right there… why does that make me wetter?

She pulled off with a wet gasp, a thick strand of spit connecting her bright red lips to the swollen head. Her voice came out wrecked. “N-Naruto-kun… it’s too much… my jaw…”

Naruto smiled down at her, the same bright, boyish smile that had once made the entire village adore him. Now it looked predatory. “You’re doing perfect. Look at the camera. Tell your husband how it feels.”

Mebuki turned her flushed face toward the lens. Tears of effort clung to her lashes. Her lipstick was smeared. “It… it feels so good, Kizashi-kun. He’s so thick… I can barely fit him… but I want more…”

Kizashi made a broken sound. The camera shook in his hands. “Mebuki… stop. Please. We can still—”

Naruto’s eyes flicked to him. The higher power tightened like a fist around Kizashi’s throat. The words died. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper.

“Keep shooting,” Naruto ordered quietly. “Every second. I want him to remember this.”

He guided Mebuki’s mouth back down. This time he didn’t let her set the pace. He fucked her throat in long, steady strokes, balls heavy against her chin, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck echoing off the walls. Mebuki’s hands clutched his thighs. Her hips rolled helplessly, grinding her dripping pussy against nothing. The higher power fed on her submission, amplifying every sensation until her clit ached and her nipples felt like they were on fire.

I’m going to come just from sucking him… in front of my husband… what’s wrong with me…?

Naruto pulled her off again when her face was a mess of spit and tears and smeared makeup. He stood, cock bobbing heavily, shiny with her saliva. “On the bed. On your back. Legs open.”

Mebuki crawled onto the sheets without hesitation. The sheer pink nightgown was still half-on, rucked up around her waist. The micro-bikini top hung uselessly under her heavy breasts. She spread her thighs wide, knees bent, feet planted. Her pussy was swollen and shiny, the thin silver string of the g-string buried between the lips.

Kizashi’s breath came in short, panicked bursts. “Naruto… please… she’s my wife—”

“I know.” Naruto climbed onto the bed between Mebuki’s legs. He hooked two fingers in the g-string and ripped it. The flimsy fabric tore with a soft sound. He tossed the scrap at Kizashi’s feet. “That’s why this is better.”

He lined up the fat head of his cock with her entrance. Mebuki’s eyes locked on her husband’s face over Naruto’s shoulder. Her voice was soft, almost dreamy.

“Kizashi-kun… watch. Please watch. I need you to see what he’s doing to me…”

Naruto pushed in.

The stretch was brutal. Mebuki’s back arched off the bed as the thick shaft forced her open, inch after inch, until his hips met hers and she was completely filled. A broken, high-pitched moan tore out of her throat. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched, already trying to milk him.

So deep… he’s in my stomach… Kizashi never felt like this… never…

Naruto stayed still for a moment, letting her feel every ridge and vein. Then he started moving. Slow, deep thrusts that dragged his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Mebuki’s breasts bounced with every impact. Her hands clutched the sheets, then Naruto’s shoulders, then the headboard.

Kizashi’s camera kept flashing. He couldn’t stop. The higher power wouldn’t let him.

Naruto leaned down, chest to her chest, and spoke against her ear loud enough for her husband to hear every word. “You’re going to come on my cock while he watches. Then I’m going to fill you. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Mebuki’s nails dug into his back. “Y-yes… yes, Naruto-kun… please… harder…”

He gave her harder. The bedframe creaked. The headboard knocked against the wall in a steady, filthy rhythm. Mebuki’s moans climbed higher, turning into broken sobs of pure pleasure. The higher power flooded her mind with images—Naruto breeding her, Kizashi watching every drop, Sakura never knowing. Her orgasm hit like a kunai to the gut.

She came with a scream, pussy clamping down so hard Naruto grunted. Juices squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. Her legs locked around his waist, trying to keep him buried.

Naruto didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, the higher power singing in his blood. When he finally buried himself to the hilt and started pulsing, Mebuki felt every hot spurt flooding her womb. Thick, heavy, endless. She moaned like she was dying.

He’s coming inside me… so much… I’m going to get pregnant… and Kizashi is watching it happen…

Naruto stayed deep, grinding slowly, forcing every drop as deep as it would go. When he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum followed, spilling out of her well-used hole and onto the sheets.

He sat back on his heels, cock still half-hard and shiny, and looked at Kizashi.

“Come closer,” he said. “Get a good shot of your wife’s pussy. I want you to see what I just put in her.”

Kizashi’s legs moved against his will. He stepped to the side of the bed. The camera lens focused on Mebuki’s spread legs, on the gaping, cum-filled hole that was still twitching, on the way white cream kept leaking out of her.

Mebuki turned her head on the pillow. Her eyes were soft, fucked-out, almost loving as she looked at her husband.

“I’m sorry, Kizashi-kun,” she whispered. “But it felt so good… I don’t think I can go back…”

Naruto’s hand stroked her thigh possessively. The higher power pulsed once more, sealing the claim.

“This was only the beginning,” he said quietly. “Tomorrow night I’ll be back. And the night after that. Until she doesn’t even remember what it felt like to be yours.”

Kizashi’s finger pressed the shutter one last time.

The flash lit up everything—his wife’s ruined makeup, the cum leaking from her body, the eighteen-year-old hero who had just taken her in their own bed, and the broken expression on the husband’s face as he realized the higher power had already decided who she belonged to now.

And Naruto was only getting started.