Summary: Naruto Uzumaki is among the strongest sorcerers in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen and enters the field during the Shibuya Incident. Exhausted and knowing nothing about this Naruto, Megumi summons Mahoraga. A busty, powerful ever-adapting General that no member of the Zenin family has been able to kill or tame.
Until Naruto fucks her silly and makes the impossible possible.
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Megumi Fushigoro fought Toji, his own father, and didn't even know it. He walked. He trudged on.
Megumi's world was a static hum of pain. His body was a collection of broken signals, each nerve ending screaming a protest from the brutal encounter with the nameless monster. He walked and walked and found himself under an intersection. His vision swam, the chaotic lights of Shibuya's ruined district blurring into streaks of color.
That was when someone tapped him on the back. His blood froze. Megumi swung.
"Whoa there! You look like you've had a real rough night, pal."
And missed. Dammit. Megumi was on autopilot and who could blame him? He had just gotten his shit rocked and now a new sorcerer had arrived. It had to be a sorcerer because no ordinary human could be in Shibuya at this point.
"Haah…haah…" Megumi stared. His new opponent was a shock of bright blond hair. He wore an unfamiliar orange jacket, and his blue eyes held a startling, unnerving intensity. He was definitely a sorcerer.
"Who…?" Megumi croaked. "Ngh. Who are you?"
"Name's Naruto Uzumaki! Believe it!" He scratched the back of his head, his grin wide but his eyes scanning Megumi's broken form with a sharp, assessing look. "This place is a real mess. You the one causing all the ruckus?"
'Trap. Sorcerer.' His cursed energy was off the charts too! His foggy mind suddenly recalled a conversation he had with his sensei, Gojo. He told him about a young sorcerer he encountered some odds years back. He was alone, abandoned, and not in the system. Gojo wanted to bring him along, but alas, could not and told the higher-ups to call the other Special Grade Sorcerer to nab him and train him like she did Aoi Todo.
"Heh. From cursed energy alone, that Naruto kid might have the potential to surpass me~!"
Was it a joke? Was Gojo joking? Megumi didn't know and didn't want to find out. He couldn't, not at this point. He didn't want to die pointlessly. So this man, this blonde unknown, was in his mind—
'Enemy.'
The conclusion was the only one his battered mind could form. He was out of options, out of strength. There was only one card left to play, the ultimate, desperate gamble. His fingers, slick with blood, moved. The familiar, damning hand sign.
"With this treasure, I summon…"
Naruto tilted his head. "Hey, what're you—"
The world tore and screamed, a sound of rending reality that was more felt than heard. The ground beneath them, already fractured, buckled further under an impossible weight. The shadow around Megumi exploded outward, a pool of absolute darkness that swallowed the light and the sound. And from it, she rose.
The Divine General, Mahoraga, stood eight feet of sculpted, terrifying perfection. Her skin was the color of snow-white, gleaming under the emergency flares. Silver-white hair, wild and long, framed a face of severe, ethereal beauty, with eyes of burning crimson that held no pupil, no white, just pure, adaptive intelligence. Her form was a warrior goddess's, impossibly muscular yet curvaceous, with full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with a silent breath. The wheel above her head grated with a sound like grinding bones.
Mahoraga was silent, absolute, her gaze locking onto the new target. Onto Naruto.
Naruto's easy grin didn't falter, but it tightened at the edges. His eyes widened a fraction. "Okay… wasn't expecting that."
"Haha…" Megumi smirked. "Sorry to say but…I'm taking both of us out."
Mahoraga moved. There was no wind-up, no telegraph. One moment she was statuesque, the next she was a blur of black-on-black, the massive sword in her hand cutting the air with a SHHHWWWING that promised oblivion.
CRACK-BOOM!
Naruto wasn't there. A cloud of dust erupted where he'd been standing. He reappeared perched on a jagged piece of rebar twenty feet away. "Fast! Really fast!"
Megumi's neck snapped. 'Woah! Gojo wasn't kidding about his cursed energy! For a moment, I felt it and it was ridiculous! It reminded me of Sukuna…!'
Mahoraga adjusted instantly, her head turning with mechanical precision. The wheel on her head crunched a quarter turn. Naruto formed a single t-shaped hand sign.
"Alright, let's go! Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Poof! Poof! Poof-Poof-POOF!
A dozen, then two dozen Narutos materialized in a bank of smoke, surrounding the divine general. Megumi was taken aback. 'What kind of cursed technique…?'
The clones charged in unison, a wave of orange and blond.
Mahoraga's response was a whirlwind of destruction. Her sword became a silver cyclone, cleaving through clones that burst into puffs of smoke with soft pops. Each deflection, each dodge, each impact—the wheel above her head turned, crunch… crunch… crunch—analyzing, adapting.
This was the creature that had killed the head Satoru family in the Edo period. No wonder, Megumi thought.
"This ritual is supposed to involve the two of us, but…"
Megumi trailed off at what he was witnessing. This bastard Naruto and his clones were lunging at Mahoraga with a ball of cursed energy. It was blue and mighty and Megumi couldn't believe it was possible to focus that much cursed energy, much less spread it across several clones.
"Rasengan!"
These Rasengans blazed to life in the clones' palms and the first one connected with her flank. They were akin to a miniature Hollow Technique: Purple, except without the process of atomization. In terms of cursed energy output, it was in no way inferior.
The Rasengan was a concussive force that should have pulverized concrete. Mahoraga was the target, not concrete, and the woman staggered. A hole was formed. Flesh ripped and bleeding. Megumi couldn't believe it. The wheel crunched again, faster this time.
The second Rasengan came from her blind spot. She didn't bother to block. It hit the same spot. Another hole was made, but it managed to rapidly heal from it. Then the third, fourth, fifth—
"Rasengan Barrage!"
A whole dozen clones slammed Rasengans. By the end of it, Mahoraga was an unrecognisable giant of swiss-cheese and crashed into a building. Naruto waited, arms crossed, grinning. "Not so tough, are ya?
The wheel turned.
Mahoraga rose and even though Naruto could have attacked…he didn't. He was intrigued. "She's healing…!" His grin widened. "Heh, nothing another Rasengan can't fix. Oh, and, uh, I don't hit a lady while she's down. Get up and then we can get to it!"
He said that—and yet it was a lie. He charged into the building with a Rasengan anyway. This Rasengan, Mahoraga raised her forearm and clashed with it. The screech of cursed energy against adapted skin was like nails on a chalkboard and it left a huge burn mark.
But not a hole.
The real Naruto's arm was stretched. He blinked. "Huh. Looks like we both deal in the ninja art of deception."
Mahoraga swung her sword. Naruto back-flipped and a couple strands of hair fell.
He formed a hand sign and summoned Shadow Clones. Ten of them launched into the fray to stop Mahoraga from reaching the real one. There was a good minute of martial arts as the clones coordinated and attacked. They were fast, faster than Mahoraga, but she was slowly adapting.
The real Naruto didn't stick back and watch his clones try to punch and kick. He mustered a Rasengan larger and brighter than the others in his hand. He charged, using his clones as distracted, feinted high, then went low, aiming for her legs. Mahoraga's sword came down to parry, but he was already gone, using the momentum to flip over her head.
Her free hand shot up, impossibly fast, and caught his ankle. CRUNCH. The wheel spun violently.
WHUMP!
She swung him like a ragdoll and slammed him through the wall of a damaged department store. Glass shattered. Mannequins exploded. Naruto tumbled through a cosmetics counter in a cloud of white powder and perfume.
He bounced back to his feet instantly, shaking his head. "I actually felt that. Your cursed energy output is increasing—"
She was already on him. A kick caught him in the chest, sending him flying backward through a structural pillar. KRA-KOOM! Concrete dust filled the air. Naruto skidded across the tile floor, his jacket torn, but his grin was still there, fierce and determined.
"Sorry, but I hold the new record for cursed energy output. Going to take a lot more than that to take me out!"
Naruto pushed up, but as he regained his footing, the shredded remains of his pants, weakened from the abuse, finally gave way.The heavy orange fabric tore completely, sliding down his thighs and pooling around his ankles.
The chaotic energy of the battle screeched to a dissonant halt.
There was a moment of pure, stunned silence, broken only by the distant fires. Naruto stood there, bare from the waist down, covered in dust and smears of blood, his well-muscled legs and toned abdomen on full display. And between his legs, hanging soft and unprotected, was his cock, a solid five inches of flaccid flesh, and the heavy weight of his balls beneath.
"Whoops," Naruto muttered, looking down without a hint of shame, a faint blush finally coloring his cheeks. "Guess that was one hit too many."
The clones had all vanished. The Rasengans had fizzled out. The only sound was the faint grate of the adaptation wheel.
But it had stopped turning.
Mahoraga, who had been poised to deliver a final, crushing blow, froze. Her arched eyes, which had tracked every micro-movement of the battle, every fluctuation of chakra, now locked onto this new, unexpected variable. Her head tilted, a fraction of an inch. The severe lines of her face showed the first hint of something other than destructive intent: pure, unadulterated curiosity. She stared, unblinking, at his cock. Flaccid and full of potential. Full of something more. Something to adapt to.
Naruto followed her gaze, then looked back up at her giant, perplexed form. His grin returned, wider, more feral.
"See something you like?"
Megumi arrived at this scene and his response was a wet, protesting rasp that was lost in the sudden stillness. 'What? What is she doing?' His mind, fogged with agony, struggled to process the scene. The Divine General, the ultimate, untamable shikigami, the being that had never been subdued, had stopped her relentless assault.
And she was… staring at her opponent. Not attacking or moving.
His own eyes, blurred with pain and sweat, followed her crimson gaze downward. They landed on the source of her distraction.
And his breath hitched.
No. Fucking. Way.
It wasn't the five inches of soft flesh that had frozen the world. It was what was happening to it. Right before his eyes, under the scorching, curious stare of the eight-foot goddess, Naruto's cock was growing.
It was an act of sheer, arrogant defiance. A thick, veined shaft of flesh that swelled, lengthened, and hardened with an almost audible thrum of power. Blood rushed in, forging softness into unyielding steel. It was a transformation of purpose, from vulnerability to a blatant, proud challenge. It thickened in Mahoraga's unwavering gaze, rising from a vulnerable five inches to a full, breathtaking nine. A heavy, prominent vein ran along its underside, leading to a flushed, plum-colored head that was already glistening with a single bead of pre-cum. Naruto's balls, a weighty, tight sac, drew up close to his body, a promise of immense, pent-up release.
Megumi's own body, broken and spent, felt a hot, twisting dagger of something vile and acidic. Envy. Awe. Humiliation. His own manhood, hidden and modest, felt pathetic in comparison. 'That's… that's a fucking monster.'
And Mahoraga, the pinnacle of his technique, the proof of his clan's cursed legacy, was captivated by it. By a big cock.
Naruto's smirk was a flash of white in the dusty gloom, his blue eyes blazing with triumphant fire. "So. How about we fuck, hm?"
The suggestion was instantly accepted.
The sound of the massive, cleaving sword hitting the fractured ground was like a funeral bell. CLANG. The impact even shook loose pebbles around Megumi. He watched, his heart a frantic, painful drum against his ribs, as Mahoraga took a single, earth-shaking step forward. Her adaptive wheel was utterly still, forgotten. Her entire world had narrowed to the rampant flesh standing proud before her.
Her massive hand, which had moments ago been capable of crushing steel and shattering bone, rose. It moved with a new kind of purpose, not one of destruction, but of… acquisition. Her obsidian fingers, elegant and terrifying, wrapped around Naruto's swollen shaft.
Her hand was only hard and rough for a second. Seeing his wince, it became a soft, wet compression of flesh on flesh. Her grip was immense, her hand so large it engulfed his entire length and a good portion of his heavy balls in one terrifying, perfect hold. Her skin was surprisingly cool against his fever-hot flesh, a shocking contrast that made Naruto's hips twitch forward with a sharp, involuntary jerk.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Naruto groaned, his head lolling back for a second before he snapped it forward to lock eyes with her. "Never had a big chick like you to fuck."
Mahoraga began to jerk him off and her technique was amateurish, primal, instinctual. A firm, steady stroke from the root to the tip, her thumb sweeping over the leaking slit at the apex. A soft, slick noise that echoed obscenely in Shibuya. Her nonexistent eyes were locked on his face, studying his reactions with the same intense focus she had once used to analyze his fighting style.
"That's it… just like that," Naruto panted, his own hands clenching at his sides. "Fuck, your grip is insane. You're gonna milk me dry with that fucking hand, aren't you?" Each pull of her fist sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his nutsack. The wet sounds of her effortless stroking filled the air.
From his vantage point, Megumi could only watch, a captive audience to his own deepest, most hidden insecurity made manifest. He saw the way Naruto's powerful abdominal muscles clenched with every stroke, the way his cock, that obscene cock, glistened with a mix of her adapting hand and his own pre-cum. It was a cock built for a goddess. A cock that deserved to be worshipped by a divine being. A cock that was everything his was not.
And Mahoraga agreed.
Her stroking slowed, then stopped. She held him firmly at the base, her giant thumb pressing insistently on his frenulum. She tilted her head again, a silent question in her burning eyes. Then, with a grace that defied her size, she sank to her knees. The ground trembled faintly with her descent, bringing Mahoraga face level with Naruto's throbbing erection.
To think a Fushigoro would witness Mahoraga go down on her knees for a nine-inch cock…!
Even Naruto had questions. "What're you— oh, fuck."
Her free hand came up to the white fold wrapped around her breasts and pulled them down. There they were.
Her breasts were immense, perfectly round and heavy, with areolas the color of dark ink and nipples crimson erect. They were a testament to her divine, monstrous form,, each one nearly the size of Naruto's head.
Naruto loved big boobs. His dick was spilling out pre-cum already. A hungry rumble emanated from her chest, the first sound Megumi had ever heard her make.
Mahoraga's hands, both of them now, released his cock only to cup her own magnificent breasts. She pressed them together, creating a deep, shadowed valley of white flesh. She looked up at him and gave a single, slow, deliberate nod.
Understanding flashed in Naruto's eyes. A wild, feral grin spread across his face.
"Yeah," he said, his voice dropping to a low, greedy growl. "Fuck yeah. Get my cock nice and wet for it."
He grabbed his own shaft, giving it two firm, slick pumps, coating it with his own fluid before guiding the bulbous, pre-cum covered head toward the waiting crevice of her chest.
Megumi could only stare, his own pain forgotten, replaced by a sick, fascinated horror as the flushed, dripping head of Naruto's cock met the cool, white-grey skin of Mahoraga's magnificent tits.
Naruto didn't need a second invitation. A primal groan ripped from his throat as he thrust his hips forward, burying his entire length into the impossibly soft, cool valley of her breasts. All nine inches were engulfed. His cock was in lovely crushing pressure that made him thrust again and again.
And with every thrust, Mahoraga learned and squeezed her breasts. They were fucking mommy milkers that should have been on a general like her. Yet here it was and he was experiencing it.
"Fuuuuck, yes! Squeeze 'em!"
Her white hands pressed her massive tits together, tightening the vise around his shaft. The feeling was unimaginable. The slickness of his own pre-cum mixed with the subtle, cool moisture of her skin created a perfect, sliding friction. And because of her adaption, it kept getting better and wetter and faster. He hardly needed to move his hips!
Naruto was demanding from the get-go and she followed it to perfection. Made it into her own. His hands gripped her powerful shoulders for leverage as he fucked into the heavenly prison of her cleavage—or rather, she fucked herself.
"You see this, Megumi?" Naruto grunted, not even glancing at the prone sorcerer, his eyes locked on the spectacle of his own cock disappearing and reappearing between the goddess's tits. "This is what a real fuck-toy looks like! Her tits are so gods-damned big the tip of my fucking cock still pokes out the top! Look at it!"
It was true. With every deep, grinding thrust, the swollen, red head of his nine-inch cock would emerge from the top of the dark cleavage, glistening and desperate, before disappearing again into the depths.
The build-up was explosive, accelerated by weeks of pent-up frustration and the insane, adaptive stimulation her body provided. Naruto's balls, drawn up tight and achingly full, began to pulse.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fuckin' cum all over your perfect tits!" Naruto's thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm for pure, unadulterated need. His entire body tensed. And for the first time…
SPLURT. SPLURT-SPLORTCH.
Mahoraga experienced a man's load. A man's cumshots.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out from between her breasts, painting streaks of white across her breasts and neck. The initial jets were powerful, but the adaptation wheel above her head gave a sudden, sharp CRUNCH. The tittyfuck around his cock resumed and intensified, her breast flesh seeming to massage and milk him with perfect, undulating pressure, dragging out every last drop.
The last few pulses were weaker, oozing out over her skin as he collapsed forward, panting heavily, his cock twitching weakly within its magnificent prison.
"Hell… yeah…" Naruto breathed, spent.
But Mahoraga was already moving. Her head dipped, her long, forked tongue—a shocking, wet pink—snaked out. It wasn't a tentative lick, Mahoraga lapped at the mess on her own tits. There was a rumbling sound of approval, collecting his seed with efficient, broad strokes. The sound of her swallowing was deep and resonant.
Then, she locked onto his wilting, slick cock. Her tongue lashed out again, this time from base to tip in one long, slow, cleansing stroke.
The sensation, so soon after his explosive climax, caused Naruto to jolt. He gasped and grunted and grinning as his sensitive dick was cleaned with divine precision.
"Whoa, easy there! A guy needs a minute to—" Naruto started, but the words died in his throat as a feral grin spread across his face. The sight of this terrifying, beautiful cursed goddess worshipping his softening cock was the most potent aphrodisiac he'd ever encountered. His dick, defying all logic, began to stir again, thickening and lengthening back to its full, magnificent nine inches in mere seconds under the attention of her magical tongue.
He had worked all his life to becoming the strongest he could be. Jerking off and sex wasn't apart of it.
"You… you unbelievable monster slut," he whispered, awe and lust mixing in his voice. He tangled his hands in her silver-white hair, not pushing, just holding. "You want more? You wanna taste it straight from the source?"
Not anymore. Now, the sorcerer wanted to fuck.
Mahoraga looked up and in her soul he saw an answer. An infinite, adaptive hunger. Not for battle. Not for destruction. For him.
"Open wide."
He guided his newly hardened cock to her lips. They parted without hesitation. He didn't ease in. He shoved forward, fucking into her mouth with a single, powerful thrust of his hips.
Mahoraga's mouth. "Oh gods—!" It was a wet, velvet inferno. Her tongue was everywhere at once, swirling around his shaft, pressing against the frenulum, dutifully collecting the fresh pre-cum already beading at his tip. "Mmmnpfh"!"
He growled, his confidence slamming back into place, hotter and harder than ever. His balls smacked against her chin.
"That's it! Take it all, you fucking adapt to this!" he grunted, beginning a relentless rhythm. He pulled back until just the head rested on her tongue, then plunged back in, deeper each time. His balls swung forward and smacked against her firm chin with every thrust.
Slap! Slap!
Naruto Uzumaki was face-fucking a divine general in the ruins of Shibuya, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever done. Her adaptive abilities were focused entirely on her throat, relaxing it, molding it to the shape of his cock, creating a perfect, sucking seal.
"Glllrk!"
The pressure of the deepthroat and the wet noises and everything that came with it—it was too much. He could feel another orgasm building, faster this time, a tidal wave he couldn't hope to hold back.
This bitch was making him cum even faster! Talk about adapting!
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum again! Swallow it! Swallow every fucking drop!" Naruto roared, his fingers grabbing those four wings protruding from her eye sockets. To think anybody would be holding Mahoraga's wings, much less using them to fuck her throat. Naruto held her head still as he pistoned into her throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cumming!" He came and groaned. He emptied himself directly down her throat in thick, pulsing waves.
And Mahoraga tried. He felt the muscular contractions of her throat working, swallowing desperately. Gulp! Gulp! But his cum was too much, too fast. Her divine adaptation, so perfect for combat, was too slow for the volume of his baby batter.
A trickle of white escaped the corner of her lips, dripped down her chin onto her already soiled chest.
Naruto laughed, a breathless, triumphant sound. "Ha! Too much for you? Can't adapt to my fucking load, can you?" He finally pulled his spent cock from her mouth with a wet, soft pop.
He stood there, expecting her to need a moment. He was wrong.
Before he could even take a full breath, her tongue shot out again. It wasn't a gentle caress and ran the entire length of his shaft, from his throbbing base to his oversensitive tip, collecting the mixed mess of her saliva and the cum that had leaked from her mouth.
The sensation was electric, shocking his system. His cock, which had just begun to soften, jerked violently in her grasp, twitching back to full, rigid attention as if he hadn't just cum twice. His dick stood there, glistening and impossibly hard, more ready than ever.
Naruto laughed. Mahoraga was acting on her own. Without Megumi's orders, without his orders even. She was being subjected.
"You like that, don'tcha? Getting painted by my load just makes you fucking hungrier. I can feel it."
Mahoraga stood up, only for Naruto to grab her ass, reel herin, and give her ass a sharp, stinging slap. The sound cracked through the ruined square, echoing off the broken buildings. Smack! Her flawless white skin bloomed with a faint red imprint of his hand for a second before fading, her adaptive body absorbing the sensation, converting pain into a different kind of tension.
"Bend over, General. Time for you to experience real dick!"
Guess what?
Mahorara did. She went on all fours and showed her ass to him. Fat and white and with her pussy dripping. Like with her tits, there was only a tiny fabric of white giving her modesty. The cloth had dissolved a long, long time ago.
Mahoraga knew to adapt to this, she had to bare herself.
From his place at the corner of a building, Megumi let out a shocked grunt. The divine general, the ultimate weapon of the Zenin clan, bent over and being spanked like a common whore. And she was… accepting it. Welcoming it. Her silent submission was a humiliation far worse than any physical defeat.
All of Naruto's gaze had narrowed to the divine, adaptable booty presented to him. He ran his hands over the generous, perfect ass cheeks, squeezing the firm muscle beneath. "These fucking hips," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "Made for grabbing. Made for fucking."
He positioned himself, the leaking head of his cock nudging against a place that had never been touched. A place that was now glistening with a sudden, slick wetness that her body had produced solely for him. Her adaptation was a beautiful, terrifying thing.
"This is mine now," Naruto announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. He wasn't just talking about her body. He was talking about her very purpose. "You adapt to me. You take every fucking inch of me."
With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself inside her.
Schlllrrrrrp!
Mahoraga's first cock. Her first time using her pussy. Her first everything. This yielding noise as her impossibly tight virgin passage was forced to accommodate his girth was music to Naruto's ears. Her pussy muscles clenched around him in a vice-like spasm of surprise and initial resistance, a silken, molten-hot channel that threatened to milk him dry before he'd even begun.
Naruto grunted, his head thrown back, his knuckles white where he gripped her hips. "Your fucking pussy! It's like a hot, wet sheathe! So fucking tight!"
He didn't wait for her to adjust. He couldn't. The sensation was too overwhelming, too perfect. He pulled back until just the tip remained lodged within her, teasing her stretched entrance, before slamming forward again.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Fuck. Just fuck.
'Use my speed…!' CLAP—! CLAP—! '...and my dick to ruin her pussy!'
His world became a rhythm of primal, driving sounds. The wet slap of his flesh against hers. The heavy, rhythmic thump of his balls smacking against her clit and the underside of her ass with every deep, penetrating thrust. Her own slickness provided a lewd, squirting soundtrack with every piston-like motion.
"That's it! Take it! Adapt to this fucking dick!" Naruto grunted, leaning forward over her back. His hands slid from her hips, up the hard plane of her stomach, to finally claim the massive, heavy weight of her breasts. He squeezed them, pinching her crimson nipples roughly between his fingers, using them as handles to pull her body back onto his cock with even greater force.
Mahoraga's silent composure finally broke. A sound escaped her lips, not a scream, but a deep, resonant Mmmvph! that was half-moan, half-rumble of an orgasm. He suspected she was learning to orgasm.
"Good!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The short bursts of fucking were making her react stronger. Get tighter. It was everything a woman should be.
At this point, Mahoraga's head dropped forward, her silver hair cascading around her face as her back arched and pressed her ass harder against him. Her inner walls, which had been tightly clenched, suddenly changed. They began to flutter, then convulse around his length in a series of rapid, pulsing contractions.
She did it. She was cumming—and properly this time. Her first orgasm ripped through her adaptive form, forced upon her by the sheer, brutal intensity of his possession.
Naruto felt it, and his grin was blinding. "Yeah! There it is! Cum on my cock, Mahoraga! Show me how much you love it!"
He didn't slow down. He fucked her right through her climax, his thrusts becoming even more animalistic, driving into her with a power that shook her entire frame. Each time he bottomed out inside her, he could feel her cervix yielding to the pressure, a dull, deep impact that made her shudder violently.
A second orgasm built in Mahoraga almost immediately, her body learning, adapting to the pleasure, seeking more, more, more. Her channel grew slicker, hotter, its rhythmic clenching becoming a skilled, milking pressure designed to pull his very soul out through his dick.
"You're gonna make me fucking cum!" he warned her. He was close, teetering on the edge. The sight of her bent over, taking his every thrust, the feel of her massive tits in his hands, the sound of their bodies meeting in a symphony of lewd noise—it was too much. "I'm gonna pump your divine fucking pussy full of my cum! Gonna breed you right here in the dirt!"
With a final, guttural cry that was pure triumph, he slammed into her as deep as he could go and held there. His body locked up, every muscle corded with tension and hot, thick jets of his cum erupted from him, flooding her depths, painting her inner walls white. He poured himself into her.
He felt her cunt working, adapting, trying to swallow all of it, to draw out every last drop. He was proud that her womb couldn't contain it all. That his seed spilled. It meant he still had the advantage.
He stayed buried inside her, panting, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades, his hands still possessively kneading her breasts as he sighed.
But it wasn't the end. Not by a longshot.
As the last few weakening pulses left him, he felt Mahoraga tighten up around his softening length. But it wasn't the clenching of another orgasm. This was different. This was… purposeful. Her inner walls weren't just fluttering; they were constricting, tightening with an impossible, supernatural pressure, a perfect, silken vacuum seal that locked his cock inside her.
Naruto tried to pull back, to slip out, but he couldn't. Mahoraga held him fast, trapped within her.
"What the…?" he grunted, a flicker of surprise cutting through his post-orgasmic haze. He looked down at where they were joined, then up at the wheel above her head. It was turning again, not with the grating crunch of combat adaptation, but with a soft, almost silent, whirrrrr…
Something started deep within Mahoraga's core, a hum that traveled straight up Naruto's trapped, sensitive cock. Vrrrrrrrm! It wasn't just a clench; her inner walls were massaging him, a supernatural, undulating pressure that milked his softening flesh, forcing blood to rush back into it with an almost painful urgency.
"The hell?" Naruto grunted, trying again to pull back, but her divine pussy held him in a perfect, unyielding grip. He could only watch, mesmerized, as his dick, still slick with their combined fluids, swelled and hardened once more, trapped and serviced within her. "You're… you're not done, are you? You fucking greedy thing."
Schlllrp! Glllk!
Mahoraga's pussy was learning him, adapting to the exact rhythm and pressure that would wring another orgasm from him. The wheel above her head gave a soft, almost purring whirrrrr.
"Fuck, that feels… unbelievable," he groaned, his hands sliding from her breasts to stand up straight and grip her hips again. The vibration intensified, a constant, thrilling buzz around his shaft that made his toes curl in the rubble. "You're a fucking miracle, you know that? A perfect, fucking cock-sleeve that never quits."
He gave an experimental thrust, a short, sharp movement. Her inner muscles didn't just yield; they seemed to pull him deeper, the vibration syncing with his movement. Vrrrm-squelch.
"Oh, you like that? You wanna be fucked like this? With my cock locked inside your perfect, vibrating cunt?" His voice was a low, hungry growl. He did it again, putting more of his weight into it, grinding against her ass.
That's when he smelled it. A new scent, subtle at first, then overwhelming: sweet and musky, like exotic incense and raw heat. It flooded his senses, clouding his mind with a single, primal directive. Fuck. Breed. Claim.
"What… what is that?" he mumbled, his head swimming. The aphrodisiac aroma poured from her skin, from her sweat, from the very core of her being where they were joined. It short-circuited his higher thoughts, reducing him to pure, animalistic lust. His blue eyes glazed over, burning with a need so intense it hurt.
"Fuck!" Naruto grunted. "Fuck! Y-you're really something, aren't you!"
This was a clash of titans in more than one way, Megumi realized. Naruto struck, so did Mahoraga.
The last vestiges of control shattered. He began to piston into her with a frenzied, brutal strength he hadn't used even in their battle. His thrusts were no longer measured; they were desperate, pounding, each one a frantic attempt to get deeper, to bury himself completely in her divine, intoxicating heat.
SLAP-SLAP-SQUELCH!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Mahoraga adapted in real-time, albeit barely. Drool was falling from her lips. She was cumming. Again and again and again—
"Hgnghghhh~!!"
No doubt, it was pleasure. Megumi could see it. Feel it.
Naruto was fucking her into submission. With every slam of his hips, Mahoraga's hole tightened their perfect, vibrating grip, then relaxed at the exact moment of his retreat to allow him to slide out just enough before sucking him back in with a wet, hungry SCHLORP! Her hips began to move with his, meeting his savage thrusts with a powerful, rolling grind of her own, matching his intensity perfectly.
"Yes! Yes! Fucking adapt to this dick! take it all, you monster slut!" Naruto's words slurred by the pheromone-fueled haze. he was nothing but a vehicle for his own cock, a machine built to fuck this divine being into oblivion. "I'm gonna fucking fill you up again! Gonna pump your adapting cunt so full of my seed you'll taste it forever!"
The coiling heat in his balls was explosive, accelerated by the vibration, the tightness, the utterly maddening scent of her. He could feel her own climax building again, her inner flutters becoming frantic, seismic quakes around his shaft.
"I'm cumming! Mahoraga! Fuck! With me! Now!"
He slammed into her one last time, deep, and detonated. Megumi couldn't believe how much cum was spilling out of his own shinigami. This motherfucker Naruto was completely overwhelming her.
For Naruto, he sighed. He creampied. He emptied his precious nutsack. The world tilted violently.
A dizzying spin, a blur of fire and ruined sky.
Thump.
He landed on his back on the hard ground. The sudden shift was disorienting. The crushing weight was gone. He blinked, his vision swimming back into focus.
Mahoraga was on top of him.
Her weight was immense, divine, pinning him to the shattered ground. White wings still protruded from her eyes and acted as the gaze to burn down at him, no longer just curious but holding an understanding. The scent of her, that intoxicating aphrodisiac musk, was even stronger now, pouring from her skin and filling his lungs with every ragged breath. But the sudden shift had cleared his head just enough for a flicker of defiance.
"Think you've got me pinned?" Naruto smirked.
His cock was still inside. This was it: the final test.
His hands came up, gripping the powerful curve of her pale hips. Her skin was fever-hot now, matching the inferno she'd stoked within him.
Mahoraga responded by rising up on her knees, his slick, hard cock sliding almost all the way out of her clutching heat. Schiiiick! For a heart-stopping second, only the swollen, sensitive head remained inside her, nestled at her entrance. Then, with a powerful, deliberate flex of her supernatural strength, she dropped her entire weight back down.
SLAM!
Naruto roared as he was hilariously, perfectly impaled, her descent forcing his cock so deep he felt his tip kiss her resisting cervix. The impact drove the air from his lungs. She began to move, setting a brutal, rising and falling rhythm that pistoned her entire body on his shaft.
"S-so this is the power of—ungh—o-of adapting!"
Mahoraga was riding Naruto Uzumaki, using him, her massive breasts swaying with each powerful thrust. Her head was thrown back, a low, continuous moan rumbling from her chest.
"Mmmvph… mmmvph…!"
The wheel above her head spun with a soft, pleased whirr.
Naruto's vision swam, the pheromonal haze threatening to pull him under again into pure, mindless fucking. But a deeper instinct, the stubborn will of a future strongest sorcerer, surged up. He wasn't just a toy. He was the goddamn player.
"My turn," he growled.
As she rose up for another drop, he moved. His hands, gripping her ass, didn't just guide her—they stopped her. His abdominal and leg muscles, fueled by cursed energy surpassing that of Gojo Satoru and even the King of Curses, bunched and bucked his hips upward, meeting her downward momentum with his own explosive power.
CRUNCH-SQUELCH!
The collision was seismic. Mahoraga's rhythmic moan cut off into a sharp, startled gasp. Her wing eyes were wide with a new kind of shock and she snapped down to meet his. He'd met her strength with his own, halting her dominating ride.
"That's right," Naruto panted, a feral grin spreading across his face. "You're not the only one who can fuck, you adaptable slut! Hehe~!"
He did it again, piston-driving his hips up as she tried to rise, fucking up into her with a power that made her entire body jolt.
"You feel that?" he grunted, his voice dripping with a dominance he hadn't felt since he first pinned her with his cock. "That's me taking over. Your perfect, divine cunt belongs to my cock now. You adapt to me."
Megumi couldn't believe it. Even now, Mahoraga couldn't adapt. She was losing…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
All because of nine inches of dick.
Naruto was cocky. He was dominating instantly and deepened that dominance with a shift in his grip, his hands cupping the generous flesh of her ass. With another tremendous surge of cursed energy, he rolled, using his hips and his hold on her to flip their positions.
Now he was on top, looming over her magnificent, prone form, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her.
Mahoraga's winged eyes, pupil-less and white reflecting the firelight and him. Naruto Uzumaki. The wheel spun faster, a frantic whirr-crunch of recalculating.
"No more spinning that thing," he commanded, driving into her with a deep, grinding thrust that made her back arch off the ground. "Just feel it."
He began to fuck her in earnest, no longer a frantic, pheromone-driven animal, but a conqueror claiming his prize. His thrusts were measured, powerful, and deep, each one a statement. He watched, mesmerized, as her stomach slightly distended with every inward plunge, the outline of his cock visible for a split second against her white skin.
"Look at that," he breathed, hammering into her. "You can see me fucking you right there. My dick is stretching your perfect, adapting insides. You're taking all nine inches, you hungry slut."
He leaned down, capturing one of her hard, crimson nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting roughly. To Megumi's shock, Mahoraga cried out and her hands coming up to claw at his back. Her nails scraped against his skin, not drawing blood, but branding him with her pleasure.
"I-I don't…"
Megumi didn't get it.
All he saw was another man rapidly fuck his family's greatest treasure. All he saw were a stud's balls tighten.
"I'm gonna cum," he snarled against her breast, his thrusts becoming punishing, losing their rhythm for pure, desperate need. "I'm gonna flood your divine, adapting womb with my seed. Gonna breed you so deep you'll never get me out."
He grunted.
He came.
"Here it is!"
He slammed down on her.
His orgasm was godly. No sorcerer alive could claim to do what Naruto Uzumaki did to Mahoraga. His creampie felt like a Domain Expansion. He was stretching her cunt and filling her womb up.
At long last, Megumi appeared from the corner he was hiding behind.
"No…"
Megumi felt it the moment Naruto's climax hit its peak. It wasn't a physical sensation. It was a severance. A cold, sudden void where a fundamental part of his soul, his birthright, his cursed energy, had always been. The Ten Shadows technique… it was… leaving him. Flowing out of him like water down a drain, being pulled toward the two figures in the crater.
Naruto kept cumming and cumming. He wore a stupid, satisfied smile as he collapsed on top of her, spent, his head resting between her breasts, his cock twitching weakly inside her as the last few spurts left him.
Megumi's connection to Mahoraga didn't just break.
It was stolen.
He watched, his vision blurred by tears of utter despair, as the divine general, the untamable, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of a cosmic orgasm, did something she had never done for him. Her massive, obsidian arms, which had crushed buildings and deflected Rasengans, came up and wrapped around Naruto's back. They held him there. Not a trap. An embrace. A claim.
Her adaptive wheel gave one final, soft click, and went perfectly, permanently still.
Naruto pushed himself up on his elbows, a look of dazed confusion on his face. He looked down at Mahoraga, then at his own hands, a strange, new power humming under his skin, familiar and alien all at once.
"Whoa," Naruto whispered, a slow, realization dawning on his face. "I can feel… I can feel everything. The shadows… they're… mine now."
Megumi could only stare, the truth a cold knife in his gut. He hadn't just lost. He hadn't just been defeated. He had been cucked. His genetic power, his clan's ultimate legacy, had been fucked out of him and stolen by a loud-mouthed stranger with a monster cock. The Divine General, the pinnacle of Jujutsu, had been tamed for the first time in history not by overwhelming cursed energy, but by overwhelming, relentless, breeding fuck-power.
Megumi's eyes were filled with a despair so profound it was bottomless.
Naruto's eyes were filled with a new kind of hope and lust.