Satisfaction

Uzumaki as a clan and a bloodline were famed for any number of things. There was their sealing arts, which provided them a unique method to climb the ranks of power and fight with methods many others never even considered. There were their incredible chakra reserves, which were as swollen as a pregnant mother's teat, able to keep going even when others of their same age had long run dry. There were the more strange abilities that ran through the bloodline like the Chakra Chains, or the Mind's Eye of the Kaguya, or even the powerful Blood Healing trait, all recessive abilities that nonetheless cropped up in Uzumaki once or twice a generation.

But the most relevant of the many traits that collectively defined an Uzumaki beyond just base aesthetics, was their prodigious stamina. Uzumaki could just keep going, and going and going. They didn't tire for hours after most of the competition, and while ninja regularly had to practice sleep deprivation drills to be alerts as they could be over several days without sleep if necessary, an Uzumaki could quite easily push that to an entire week or more so long as they got to crash hard after the fact.

Facing an Uzumaki in any sort of battle of stamina is a losing fight. And Naruto was facing not just one, but two of them, all on his own. He might be an Uzumaki himself, but right now he was still recovering from being rendered forcibly **** twice in quick succession. And even at his best, he was still up against his two sisters, people who he had trained against for years and who he knew could match him.

Naruko rode him hard. She mounted him like a stallion and bounced on top of him, and it was all he could do to rest his hands on her beautiful thighs as she took control of everything. He felt his hips being pummelled with every drop, her slick insides swallowing him in their warm wet embrace. There was nothing he could do right now. She was taking him for all he was worth, and the one time he did try to actually take hold of her hips and set the pace himself, the Kyuubi's chakra was back, along with those red eyes, black whisker marks and swaying twin tails, glaring down at him with fanged teeth, and he backed down and let her do what she wanted.

She'd started fucking herself on him at twice the speed as punishment, making very clear that in this moment, he wasn't a participant, he was a fucktoy prop for her to make use of for her own ends. And with the way she had been pining after him for years until now... yeah, he was going to be lucky if his cock wasn't worn down to a pitiful little nub by the time she was done with him.

He supposed that he should be proud of her for having apparently mastered the ability to draw on a second tails worth of the Kyuubi's power at will, but given she was currently using that power to grind his pelvic bone into dust... he would save the congratulations for later.

He came. Hard. She didn't slow for a second. Not even as he came again and again, each orgasm coming easier as he got more sensitive with overuse. He felt her insides get ever hotter and wetter, added to by the pint of his semen he must have unleashed into her at this point, and yet she just kept coming for more. He felt his toes curling and his eyes rolling back into his skull as she relentlessly smashed hips to hips. It was just too much to handle. He couldn't even look at her, see the way her healthy breasts bounced and her face twisted with pleasure, he could barely even hear her moans over the sound of his heart beating in his ears, desperately trying to pump blood down to his cock to keep it standing tall throughout the **** levelled against it.

Until eventually she slowed.

He took deep breathes like he'd been underwater for the last hour and had just broken the surface, and tentatively looked down towards her, now sat on top of his cock, but no longer slamming away at him. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling blue, her entire slender figure covered in sweat from the exertion, little rivulets running down her cleavage and abs. Her mouth was just slightly hanging open, taking breaths just like he was, though not quite as hungrily. And there was semen dribbling from her womanhood onto his groin, excess that her body just couldn't fit even with the slight bump that had developed at her stomach as it stretched to capacity.

"Oh fuck yes." She murmured quietly. "We are doing this again. But for now..." He saw her turn to look into the corner of the room, and his gaze followed hers to the figure of Natsumi. Beautiful Natsumi, his sister's crimson haired twin, lacking in maybe half a foot of height, but still gorgeous in every other way. She was sat in a chair, utterly naked, one leg up on the seat with her hand between her legs and vigorously jilling herself off to the sight of them both, while her other hand practically mauled her tits. She was whimpering lowly, a sound he could not recognise had been there for the entire fuck session, but had been concealed by the heart beating in his ears and the constant plapping of hips on hips.

"Your turn Nats." Naruko said, planting her knees down in a proper stance, and starting to slide her way up his cock. She got maybe two thirds of the way off before he saw her thighs quivering and she collapsed back onto his cock. He felt his cock disgorge yet another load into her in response, that sudden vice slamming back over him not leaving him any choice in the matter. But if Naruko couldn't actually get off of him on her own...

But he wanted to fuck both sisters. He wanted it badly.

And then Naruko was sat on the chair in Natsumi's place, her eyes and mouth going wide as she was suddenly left gaping down below with no hot, hard cock to plug up the orifice. Her hands dashed to her crotch to try and stop the spilling but there was no use.

But Natsumi was over him now. Looking at him with rosy red cheeks and her breath so hot it was almost visible. And Naruto couldn't help but let out a very loud gulp as she took hold of him under his knees and pushed his legs up into a mating press, his hard cock still jutting out from between his legs even as he was folded over. Those eyes of hers were practically manic, as she slid her pussy forwards to envelop his cock, and the moment he was buried inside of her, a seal started to glow over her womb.

He looked up into her eyes, pleading to her to be gentle with him after the rough treatment from Naruko, just begging for mercy.

She had none to give.

"Congratulations on being still alive." Kushina said as she sat beside him on the bed. Natsumi and Naruko were both passed out around the room, their quims still quivering as thick dollops of jizz oozed from them. His mother gently patted him on the head. "Or did you cheat?"

He might have. He had no clue. It was a blur. He'd been fucked so hard, he couldn't speak, and he should be as passed out as them both considering his balls were empty and his hips were sore and his cock was rubbed raw. His mother gently patted that too, and he could barely muster the strength to flinch.

"Well either way, I'm happy for you all. The Uzumaki will live again, I'm sure of it. But you don't have to start quite yet. Besides, we've still got the plan in Konoha to execute. So get some rest. And when you wake up, we'll discuss our return, and start training the three of you even harder than before. I'm not going to let you slack off and rely on your godlike powers to survive in this world, and if nudging me up to Kage level almost killed you all over again, you're definitely not ready yet to boost your sisters or you that far. So, rest, train, and we'll go conquer Konoha in the name of the Uzumaki." She leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead. He could feel the exhaustion taking him, his eyes slowly drifting shut.

But as his mother slowly moved around the room, planting more kisses on both of his sisters and then moved to make her exit, he couldn't help but make one more change.

Her clothing vanished below the waist, leaving her beautiful ass exposed to his viewing pleasure. Absolutely perfect.

Though he might need to make her replacement clothing sometime soon if he kept deleting it from the universe to get a look. That was his last thought before the darkness took him again.