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As the first rays of dawn filtered through the canopy of palm trees, casting a soft, golden glow over the beach, Minato Namikaze stirred from a deep, dreamless sleep.
The blanket cocooned them in a warm, humid embrace, the air thick with the lingering scents of salt, sweat, and sex from the night before—the musky tang of arousal still heavy, mingled with the faint, earthy aroma of the sand beneath.
The ocean's waves crashed rhythmically in the distance, a soothing lullaby that had carried them through the night, but now, as consciousness returned, Minato felt an odd disquiet.
Something was off— a subtle, insistent pressure building in his groin, a warmth that wasn't just from the blanket's trapped heat.His eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light, and he became acutely aware of the two bodies pressed against him:
Robin on his right, her voluptuous curves soft and yielding, her long dark hair splayed across his chest like silken strands; Mikasa on his left, her athletic form firm and toned, her short black hair tousled from sleep.
They were both awake, their eyes gleaming with mischief in the dim light under the blanket, and that's when he felt it—their hands, warm and slick with residual sweat, wrapped around his morning erection at the exact same moment.
"Oh… fuck," Minato groaned softly, his voice rough with sleep and sudden arousal, as their fingers began to move in perfect unison. Robin's hand, softer and more teasing, gripped the base of his thick shaft, her palm gliding up and down with a slow, deliberate stroke, the velvety skin of her fingers tracing the pulsing veins that throbbed under her touch.
Mikasa's grip was firmer, more insistent, her callused fingers from years of training wrapping around the upper half, pumping in sync with Robin, the friction amplified by the slick precum that beaded at the tip and trickled down, making their hands glide wetly.
The blanket trapped the heat, turning the space into a steamy sauna, their shared sweat acting as a natural lubricant that made every stroke feel smoother, hotter, the musky scent of his arousal intensifying with each pass.
"Morning, Hokage-sama," Robin purred, her voice a sultry whisper that vibrated against his ear, her breath hot and moist, carrying the faint sweetness of last night's wine.
She leaned in, her full breasts pressing against his side, nipples hardening into firm peaks that dragged across his skin as she shifted, sending sparks through him. "We couldn't resist… you were so hard already, throbbing in your sleep. Feel how wet we're making you?" Her hand twisted slightly at the base, thumb circling the sensitive underside, eliciting a deep moan from him that echoed in the confined space.
Mikasa's gray eyes locked onto his, a rare, playful smirk on her lips as she matched Robin's rhythm flawlessly, her strokes firm and steady, fingers squeezing just enough to make his cock jump in their grasp.
The sensation was overwhelming—the dual grips contrasting yet harmonious, Robin's teasing softness against Mikasa's commanding firmness, the slick sounds of their hands pumping filling the air under the blanket with wet, rhythmic squelches.
"You feel so good in our hands… hot, thick," Mikasa whispered, her voice breathy and low, laced with a moan as she felt him pulse under her touch. Her thigh rubbed against his leg, the inner softness slick with her own arousal, the tangy scent wafting up as the heat built.
"We want to make you come… hear you moan for us."Minato's head fell back against the blanket, a guttural moan escaping his lips as their hands accelerated in unison, the friction building to a feverish pitch.
The blanket amplified every sensation—the steam making their skin hypersensitive, sweat trickling down his abs to join the slickness coating their fingers, the musky aroma thickening until it was all he could breathe.
Precum leaked steadily now, coating their palms in a glossy sheen that made the strokes even smoother, the wet glide audible and obscene.
"Ahh… yes, just like that… don't stop," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into their grips, the veins on his cock swelling under the dual pressure.
Robin's fingers focused on the base, twisting and squeezing with expert precision, while Mikasa's hand worked the head, thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive slit, drawing out more fluid with each pass.
Their moans joined his—Robin letting out a soft, throaty "Mmm… you're so hard for us," her breath hitching as she felt him throb; Mikasa echoing with a deeper "Fuck… feel that pulse? Come for us, Minato," her voice cracking with her own building need.
The synchronization was hypnotic, their hands moving as one, faster now, the slick sounds growing louder, the heat under the blanket turning their bodies into a slick, grinding mess.
Minato's balls tightened, the pressure coiling in his core like a spring, and with a final, shuddering moan—"Oh god… I'm coming!"—he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of semen shot up under the blanket, splattering their hands and his abdomen in sticky bursts, the bitter-salty scent exploding in the confined space, the warmth seeping into the fabric.
They didn't stop stroking until every last drop was milked from him, their hands slowing to gentle rubs as his body trembled.
Then, in perfect tandem, they brought their cum-covered hands to their lips, licking the semen off with slow, deliberate laps—Robin savoring it with a hum, her tongue swirling around her fingers, tasting the thick, creamy texture with a moan of "So good… salty and yours"; Mikasa matching her, her tongue flat against her palm, lapping up the sticky fluid with a soft "Mmm… all of it," the bitter tang blooming on her taste buds, making her thighs clench.
The sight and sounds pushed Minato over the edge of control. His lust reignited like a wildfire, his cock still hard and throbbing despite the release.
With a growl, he flipped Mikasa onto her back under the blanket, the fabric rustling as he positioned himself between her legs in missionary, the heat intensifying as their bodies aligned.
Her gray eyes widened with anticipation, a moan escaping her lips as he guided his thick shaft to her entrance, the head rubbing against her slick folds—hot, wet, and ready, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the space.
"Minato… yes, take me," she whispered, her voice breathy and needy, legs wrapping around his waist.
He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself deep inside her tight heat, the sensation exquisite—her walls clenching around him like a velvet vice, hot and slick, the wet squelch echoing under the blanket.
"Fuck… you're so tight, Mikasa… feel that? So wet for me," he groaned, his voice raw, pulling back slowly to savor the drag before slamming back in, the impact making her breasts bounce, nipples hardening in the steam.
She moaned loudly—"Ahh… Minato! Deeper… yes!"—her hands clutching his back, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin, leaving red trails that stung deliciously.
He set a relentless rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, each plunge hitting that sensitive spot inside her that made her arch and cry out, the sounds muffled but intense under the blanket—the wet slap of flesh on flesh, her moans growing louder, breathy and desperate.
The heat built to a sweltering peak, sweat pouring off them, making every thrust glide smoother, the musky scents overwhelming.
Robin watched for a moment, her own arousal spiking, then crawled over, straddling Mikasa's stomach—the toned abs flexing under her weight, slick with sweat.
She leaned forward, capturing Minato's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling hotly, tasting salt and desire, her full breasts pressing against his chest, nipples rubbing against his skin with each of his thrusts.
"Mmm… fuck her harder, Minato… make her come," Robin moaned into the kiss, breaking away to whisper, her voice throaty and encouraging, hand reaching down to rub Mikasa's clit in circles—the bundle swollen and slick, pulsing under her fingers.
Mikasa's moans escalated—"Oh god… Robin… Minato! I'm… ahh!"—her body bucking under them, walls fluttering around his cock.The sensations overwhelmed Minato: Mikasa's tight heat gripping him, Robin's soft body on top, her kisses hot and demanding, the steam making everything feel amplified—the slick slides, the moans vibrating through him, the scents thick and heady.
His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, the pressure coiling tight. "I'm close… fuck, Mikasa… come with me," he growled, slamming in one last time as his orgasm hit—hot ropes erupting deep inside her, filling her with thick, pulsing warmth, the sensation sticky and claiming.
Mikasa shattered with him, her walls convulsing in powerful spasms—"Minato! Yes… coming!"—her body arching, juices flooding around him in a gushing wave, the wet heat soaking them both, her moans peaking in a cry that echoed under the blanket.
They trembled together, Robin kissing them both through the aftershocks.