Chapter 10: You’re still on beginner level
Kushina’s mind was a numb, buzzing hive. The taste of Tayuya’s skin on her tongue—salty, sweet, utterly intoxicating—was a key turning in a lock deep inside her. The circuit Naruto had spoken of wasn’t just closed; it was singing, a high-voltage line thrumming between their three bodies. She felt linked, physically attuned to their slightest movements, their breaths.
Tayuya released her hand and shifted on the slick sheets, her movements fluid and possessive. She looked at Naruto, who was still kneeling, still impossibly hard, his cock jutting up proudly from a thatch of blonde hair, glistening with a mixture of their fluids. A dark, playful smile touched Tayuya’s lips.
“Alright,” Tayuya said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Now it’s my turn to show you how we love each other.”
Before Kushina could process the words, Tayuya swung a leg over Naruto’s thighs, positioning herself above him. She didn’t hesitate. With a sharp, breathy cry that was equal parts triumph and relief, she sank down onto his waiting length in one smooth, deep stroke.
Kushina watched, transfixed. This wasn’t the hesitant, polite sex from the distant memories of her youth, or the mechanical, disappointing encounters she’d known since. This was raw ownership. Tayuya took him fully, her body arching back, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her scream wasn’t of pain, but of profound completion, a sound that seemed to vibrate in Kushina’s own bones. This was their language, a dialect of desire Kushina was only just beginning to understand.
Tayuya began to move, a rolling, confident rhythm that spoke of infinite practice and perfect knowing. She looked down at Naruto, her eyes glazed with love and lust. “Love you, Naruto,” she panted, the words thick with emotion. She glanced over at Kushina, who lay paralyzed beside them, coated in drying semen and awe. “Mom’s still in the beginner lessons. Show her how it’s done.”
Naruto’s hands, which had been resting on Tayuya’s hips, slid upward. But instead of gripping her, they went to the bedside table drawer. He opened it without looking, his gaze locked on Tayuya’s face as she rode him. His fingers emerged with a simple black silk blindfold and a length of soft, red hemp rope.
Kushina’s breath hitched. Shock, cold and sharp, cut through the sensual fog. “Wha… what are you doing?” she managed, her voice a thin whisper.
Sex was… straightforward. Or it was supposed to be. The man was on top. The movies she’d seen, the few pathetic guides, all showed it ending quickly, sometimes without even starting. What was rope? What were blindfolds? This was a shadowy realm she had no map for.
Naruto, his attention still mostly on the sensation of Tayuya moving around him, gently looped the blindfold over Tayuya’s eyes, tying it securely at the back of her head. Tayuya’s rhythm never faltered; if anything, she seemed to lean into the loss of sight, a slow smile spreading across her face. Then, with practiced ease, Naruto took the rope and began to bind her wrists together behind her back, the knots snug but not cruel.
Kushina watched, a knot of worry tightening in her own stomach. This looked like danger. This looked like something from the illicit, whispered-about corners of the world she’d avoided.
“Don’t be scared,” Tayuya moaned, as if sensing her mother’s panic through the charged air. Her bound hands pressed into the small of her back, pushing her chest out toward Naruto. “It’s just… another way to feel. Sex doesn’t have to be two minutes in the dark, Mom.” She let out a gasp as Naruto thrust up to meet her descent. “It’s… something we invented. More ways to spend the time. More ways to… to trust.”
Naruto finally looked at Kushina, his blue eyes clear and intense even as his body was joined with Tayuya’s. “The blindfold makes everything else… louder. The rope… it’s not about being trapped. It’s about letting go. She knows I’ll catch her.” He pulled Tayuya down harder onto him, and she cried out, her bound hands flexing. “See? She’s freer than anyone.”
Kushina’s fear began to mutate, curiosity seeping in like light through a crack. She saw it now—not panic on Tayuya’s face, but utter, blissful surrender. A total relinquishing of control within the absolute safety of her brother’s hands. The trust was so complete it was terrifying. And beautiful.
Tayuya, blind and bound, began to move with a new kind of frenzy, guided only by touch and instinct and the endless, driving need their bodies shared. Her cries were unfiltered, pure. Naruto’s hands were everywhere, anchoring her, guiding her, worshipping her.
This was their devotion. Forbidden, intricate, and now unfolding right before her. A three-way celebration where she was the awestruck initiate, watching the masters practice their sacred, sensual art. The beginner, witnessing just how deep the lessons could go.