Look at Me When I'm Eating You

The dojo was empty. It shouldn't be.

Hinata knew Team 8 had training scheduled for 7 a.m. The sun was already high, but no sound besides the wind in the leaves broke the silence. Until—

Snap.

She turned, her Byakugan activating instantly. Nothing. Nobody. Just the back door ajar, swinging slightly.

"K-Kiba? Shino?", she called, her voice echoing off the wooden walls.

The floor trembled.

No—it didn't tremble.She was trembling. Her legs were weak, her hands were sweating. Something was wrong.

"Darling."

The voice came from within her. From every side. Deep, masculine, warm like a sip of sake in winter. Hinata put her hands to her ears, but it was no use.

"You're next."

She tried to run. Her feet wouldn't obey. She tried to scream. Her mouth wouldn't open. When she looked down, she saw her own shadows writhing, climbing up her legs like black snakes, squeezing, pulling—

Snap.

The world turned upside down. Literally. Hinata saw her body from above, suspended in the air, her legs spread, her torn uniform exposing her already soaked pink panties. And then—

Ah.

The pain came first. The shame afterward. Something immense tearing her apart from the inside, entering her uterus with a single thrust. She tried to close her legs. They were tied by her own shadows, attached to hooks on the ceiling.

"I told you to look."

The voice now had a body. He had a body. Tall, dark-haired, muscles defined like a shinobi god. And the dick—Hinata had never seen anything so big, so thick, throbbing inside her like a second spine.

Miguel held her chin with one hand, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You're going to watch," he ordered, "while I ruin this virgin pussy forever."

He pulled.

Hinata screamed.

Her body fell—plop—onto the mattress that had appeared out of nowhere, her legs still open, her vagina throbbing, red, painful.

"S-Stop..." she cried, trying to crawl backward.

Miguel laughed. "You love this."

She was going to deny it. She was going to curse. She was going to—

Ahhhhh.

The second thrust was worse. And the third. And the tenth. At twenty, Hinata no longer knew if she was moaning or screaming. At thirty, her fingers already scratched the tatami mat, her hips lifting on their own to meet him.

"S-shameful...", she sobbed, even as she frantically rubbed her clitoris.

"You were born for this," Miguel whispered, biting her neck. "All that Hyuga blood, all that training... it was just so you could endure this."

Snap.

This time, it was her mind that shattered. Hinata saw—saw herself ten years from now, pregnant, with full breasts, breastfeeding other girls while Miguel fucked them in front of her. She saw the Byakugan being used only to find the most sensitive arteries in the female body. She saw the entire clan on their knees, desiring this.

When the semen hit her, hot as molten metal, Hinata smiled.

After all, heaven had never been so hot.