Spread

Hinata’s transformed figure pulsed with power, her silver-streaked hair cascading like liquid metal, her red-silver eyes blazing with a hunger that mirrored the divine malice of the being before her—Baby, her King, her God. She took his hand, their fingers entwining, her obsidian claws grazing Naruto’s silver-tinted skin as their bio-organic forms glowed under the fractured moonlight. A wicked smirk curled her blackened lips, her body thrumming with anticipation as he pulled her close, his grip firm and possessive.

“It’s time, my beautiful Queen,” he growled, Naruto’s voice warped into a dark, velvety command dripping with Tuffle supremacy, “to share our gift—to fuck the whole world into our image.” Hinata shuddered in delight, her contempt for the untainted fueling her fervor. “Yes, Master,” she purred, her tone a sultry taunt laced with cruel intent, pressing her curves against him, “let’s remake them all.”

Together, they ascended high above the ruins of Konoha, their glowing forms illuminating the shattered Hokage’s Tower like twin celestial deities, radiating Kurama’s chakra, Naruto’s stolen vitality, and Baby’s infectious essence. The infected masses below—Sakura, Tsunade, Shikamaru, and thousands more—stood in silent unison, their red eyes fixed upward, awaiting their will. Then, with a sudden, primal surge, Baby seized her hips, thrusting into her with a hard, relentless **** that shook the sky, the gentleness of before replaced by a savage, raunchy hunger. Hinata met him with equal ferocity, her legs wrapping around his waist, her claws raking his back as she fucked him back, their bodies slamming together in a brutal dance of power and lust. The air crackled with their combined energy, sweat and silver mingling in the wind, her cries of ecstasy blending with his guttural roars.

Below, the infected fell to their knees, a chorus of moans and lustful chants rising as they offered their chakra, their life **** surging upward in devotion to their Master and his Queen, their worship a palpable heat feeding the spectacle above. Their forms began to glow, silver and red swirling around them as their rhythm peaked, coalescing into a shining ball of light that pulsed with their raw, unbridled power. From its core erupted a dark cloud—viral agent spores, thick and shimmering with unnatural brilliance, bursting outward in every direction. The spores spiraled across the sky, a plague of Baby’s essence carried by the winds beyond Konoha, past forests, rivers, and mountains, destined to reach every village, every nation, every last human soul.

Hinata’s scream of pleasure merged with Baby’s triumphant roar, their bodies shuddering as they climaxed together, the orb flaring with their release, fueling the spread of the dark cloud. The infected convulsed in unison, their chakra surging to amplify the cataclysm, their devotion a hymn to the Tuffle reign now unleashed upon the earth. Baby tilted her chin up, his molten red-silver eyes gleaming with absolute victory as he murmured, “Watch, my Queen, as our kingdom is born.” Hinata’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, her body still pressed against his, thrumming with ecstasy at the thought of the world bending to their will. “Let’s spread your glory, Master,” she whispered, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction, “and watch them kneel.”