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Sarada and Boruto tore through the ruins of the old borderlands, their chakra signatures flickering like dying stars. The forest behind them wasn’t quiet—it pulsed with movement. The shinju claw grimes were closing in, their bodies emitting thick bloodlust like they were hungry beasts.

Sarada’s breath came ragged, her Mangekyō flaring to keep track of the enemies closing the distance. “They’re getting faster—at this rate, they’ll surround us.”

“I know,” Boruto growled, leaping over a broken wall and skidding beside her. His hands were already smeared with ink and chakra burns. “Just give me a minute—these sealing formulas aren’t meant for moving targets.”

“Boruto, the Kage are counting on us. If we don’t finish this—”

“I said I know!” he snapped, frustration edging into fear. His fingers trembled around the brush as another tremor rolled through the ground.

Boruto's eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He and Sarada had been tasked by several Kage to create a seal that even regular shinobi could use to incapacitate these monsters before the death tolls could get much higher.

So far, they hadn't been successful with a lot of the seals they'd created in advance and were now forced to create modified seals. Needless to say, it was exhausting for them to keep kneading chakra on the run like this for several days. They hadn't eaten or slept in days.

Then that voice. Cold. Smooth. Amused.

“Pathetic. You’re losing composure already.”

Boruto stiffened. Not now.

“Let me take over,” Momoshiki purred. “You’re wasting precious seconds.”

“Not happening,” Boruto hissed under his breath, ignoring Sarada’s confused glance.

“Then at least make a shadow clone—one I can use. Or would you rather she die before you’re done pretending to be a hero?”

Boruto’s jaw clenched. He didn’t trust him—not ever—but the claw grimes distorted shrieks were getting closer. He could feel their chakra gnawing at the edges of his awareness.

He formed the hand signs in a blur. “Shadow Clone Jutsu.”

When the clone flickered to life, Momoshiki’s presence slid into it like ink soaking through parchment. The clone’s eyes turned crimson and cold.

“Finally,” Momoshiki said, stretching his new limbs. “Step aside. Watch and learn.”

He knelt, motioning Sarada and Boruto back as golden patterns erupted from his palm. With effortless precision, he painted seals in the air itself, the symbols glowing as they fused into twin spirals that shot forward and clamped around the advancing Shinju.

The creatures froze mid-lunge, their monstrous roots snapping taut. The light pulsed once—then died.

The forest fell silent.

Sarada stared, wide-eyed. “He—he actually sealed them…”

Momoshiki smirked, brushing off his hands. "Of course I did, it was quite easy really."

“You should be grateful,” he said lightly. “You’re alive because I chose to be generous.”

Boruto’s fists clenched, heart pounding with a mix of anger and reluctant awe.

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They sat around for a while afterwards, making copies of the seal that worked and letting themselves rest from days of nonstop work.

Afterwards, they went on the hunt for food.

Boruto and Sarada trudged along the narrow path, each step heavy with exhaustion. Their eyes were sunken from days without proper rest, and their stomachs growled louder than the distant forest calls. They ran out of food days ago and Sarada felt like fainting every time she moved her head. Her sharingan always took a lot out of her, but now, on little food or sleep, she could hardly keep her vision straight anymore.

Sarada glanced over her shoulder at the clone of Boruto still trailing them. The open pale eye constantly observing them made her spine stiffen. “I don’t trust him,” she muttered, her voice low.

Boruto rubbed his face with the heel of his hand, dragging a deep breath. “Yeah… neither do I. But he isn't letting me recall my clone.” He paused, glancing at the clone. “I’ll try to undo him again. Can’t keep wasting chakra like this.”

“Oh that's alright, I’ll keep the shadow clone for a while,” Momoshiki’s voice purred from behind them. "I promise not to do much."

Boruto scowled. “No!” He slammed his hands together, forming the signs quickly, but the clone remained, unmoving and taunting.

“It’s useless,” Momoshiki said. “Stop wasting your energy.”

Boruto groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Fine. I'll let you have your way… for now.”

Sarada sighed, tugging her pack higher on her shoulders. “We need to find food. If we don’t eat soon, we won’t make it far.”

Boruto nodded reluctantly. “Yeah… forest it is.”

They moved deeper into the underbrush, picking through roots, leaves, and the occasional mushroom. Hunger gnawed at them, but they kept joking to keep their spirits up. Between Sarada with her extensive knowledge and Boruto with his experience of scavenging from being on the run for years, they managed to avoid the poisonous or inedible plants when collecting. That’s when Boruto spotted it — a small plant with bright red leaves, glowing faintly in the filtered light.

“Hey, Sarada… I don't think I've ever seen this plant before, you think this is edible?” he asked, plucking a leaf and sniffing it.

Sarada crouched to inspect it. “I… don’t know. Looks kind of… weird. I've never read about this one.”

Boruto shrugged, popping a small piece into his mouth. He grimaced. “Bitter. Definitely bitter. But… not terrible.” He tore a few more leaves and offered some to Sarada. “Here. Try it.”

She hesitated, then took a tiny bite. “Huh… bitter, like you said. Not bad, though.”

They were starving, and soon the taste didn’t matter. Laughing at their own recklessness, they ate more than they probably should have.

“Hey,” Boruto said with a grin, pointing at the lingering shadow clone, “let’s see how Momoshiki likes it.” He and Sarada came up to Momoshiki innocently, before they got into a small wrestling match and forced the bitter red leaves into his mouth.

Immediately, the air around them seemed to thrum, and Boruto felt the teasing weight of Momoshiki’s glare. He started spluttering as Boruto and Sarada cackled.

“You idiots!” Momoshiki roared. “Do you even know what that is?!”

Boruto and Sarada froze.

"W-what do you mean?" Boruto questioned, smile starting to waver.

“It’s an aphrodisiac! Are you two completely stupid?!”

Sarada blinked, stunned. Boruto’s face flushed a brilliant red, eyes wide. “Wait… what? Seriously?!” They both started coughing aggressively along with Momoshiki, as if the two of them still had the leaves in their mouth and hadn't swallowed everything.

"Tch... it's useless now," Momoshiki groaned, "usually it just takes mere contact for this plant to cause it's.... unsavory reactions."

Boruto leaned back against the base of a tree, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Well,” he said finally, “I don’t feel weird or anything yet. Guess you’re wrong for once, Momoshiki.”

Sarada wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and exhaled tiredly. “Yeah… nothing feels off. Just… tired.” She glanced toward the clone and gave a small, skeptical smirk. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think.”

“You’re both fools,” Momoshiki hissed through the clone, his voice sharp enough to cut through the still air. The shadows around him flickered as his chakra pulsed, restless.

Boruto looked at him lazily. “Relax. You’re acting like we poisoned ourselves.”

“That might have been preferable,” Momoshiki shot back, though there was an undercurrent of something almost—tight—beneath his irritation. He crossed his arms, glaring at the two of them as they sat on the forest floor, laughing quietly over who had eaten more.

To his own confusion, anger wasn’t the only thing stirring in him. Watching them—dust-streaked, hungry, and yet somehow still smiling—made something twist in his chest.

Why do they look so… at ease? he thought bitterly.

They were dirty, foolish, and half-delirious from exhaustion, yet they leaned close when they spoke, their laughter low and familiar, as if danger wasn’t closing in from all sides.

Boruto leaned back until he was lying on the ground, arms spread, staring up at the canopy. “See? Told you we’d be fine. We just needed something in our stomachs.”

Sarada hummed in agreement, eyes half-lidded with fatigue. “Finally… a small win.”

Momoshiki’s eyes narrowed, irritation bubbling beneath his calm veneer. “You’re both too naive,” he said sharply. “If you don’t feel anything wrong, it’s only because your bodies are too depleted to recognize it. You’re lying to yourselves.”

Neither of them responded—too tired, too content to argue.

But Momoshiki knew. He could feel it—his own chakra vibrating strangely, the edges of his consciousness dulling. His thoughts, normally cold and sharp, were beginning to blur.

He clenched his jaw.

So… that’s how it begins.

For the first time in centuries, a flicker of concern—real concern—passed through him. Not for himself. But for the boy whose body he shared… and for the girl who now sat far too close to him, completely unaware of what they might have unleashed.

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The sun sat directly overhead, white-hot and merciless.
The air itself felt thick enough to choke on—humid, slow, shimmering with heat. Even the trees seemed to sag under it, their leaves hanging limp and silent.

Boruto wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, squinting at the wavering light. “Feels like we’re walking through soup,” he muttered. “I can’t even tell if I’m hungry anymore or just melting.”

Sarada exhaled sharply. Her hair clung to her temples, damp with sweat. “We need shade,” she said. “At least for a few minutes.”

Momoshiki’s clone, walking a short distance behind them, didn’t answer right away. His pale gaze flickered over the two shinobi—both running on fumes, both flushed and sluggish. The bitter scent of the red plant still clung faintly to their breath.

“You really shouldn’t have eaten that,” he said finally, voice tight.

Boruto groaned. “You already said that.”

“And you still don’t understand,” Momoshiki replied. He looked skyward, the heat distorting the air around him. “Your bodies are reacting to it. The warmth. The fatigue. The confusion.”

Sarada turned, squinting at him through the glare. “You’re saying the heat’s making it worse?”

“I’m saying you’re fools for underestimating it.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned back against a tree trunk, fanning herself with one hand. “We’re fine. Just tired.”

Boruto dropped beside her, too exhausted to argue. His hands rested loosely on his knees as he caught his breath. The forest was silent except for the whine of cicadas and the rhythmic thud of his pulse in his ears.

After a long pause, Sarada said quietly, “It’s weird… even though it’s so hot, I keep getting chills.”

Boruto looked over at her. Her face was pale, lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused. “You okay?”

She nodded—too quickly. “Just lightheaded.”

He reached toward her instinctively, stopping just short of touching her shoulder.
For a moment, they stayed like that—both breathing too fast, the air too thick to speak through.

Momoshiki’s voice cut through the haze, sharp as a kunai.

“Enough.”

Both flinched. The clone had moved closer without them noticing, his expression clouded. The usual disdain was there, but layered under it was something taut and strained.

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” he said, his eyes flashing. “You’re losing focus. That plant doesn’t dull—it amplifies. Every sense, every thought, every impulse.”

Boruto frowned, irritation rising. “We’re fine. You’re acting like—”

“—like I know what I’m talking about?”

The two stared back at him, too tired to argue. Momoshiki’s jaw tightened, his form flickering faintly in the heat.

Boruto leaned back against the same tree Sarada was resting on. “We’ll take five minutes. Then keep moving,” he said.

Momoshiki didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on them—two shinobi slumped together in the sticky summer air, their laughter soft and bodies.... uncomfortably close.

Something in his chest twisted. He looked away first.

“You should be grateful I’m keeping watch,” he muttered.

Boruto smiled faintly despite himself. “Yeah, yeah… thanks, Momoshiki.”

The clone didn’t reply. His gaze returned to them once more—half disdain, half something else entirely.

The sun blazed high in the sky, turning the air into a thick, oppressive blanket that clung to Boruto's skin, making every breath feel like a struggle. Sweat trickled down his tan, toned body, his blond hair matted against his forehead as exhaustion gnawed at him.

He and Sarada had been pushing themselves too hard, and now, with the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, that fatigue twisted into something raw and insistent. His blue eyes locked onto Sarada's black ones, her slim, sexy figure glistening with perspiration, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Boruto felt a surge of hunger, not just for food, but for her, the drug amplifying every aching muscle into a pulse of desire.

Sarada's lips parted slightly, her black hair sticking to her damp neck as she turned towards him.

"Boruto," she whispered, her voice husky with need, "I can't take this anymore. It's like fire inside me." He reached out, his hand trembling as it cupped her cheek, pulling her into him.

Their mouths crashed together in a deep kiss, tongues exploring with a mix of emotional desperation and raw lust. Boruto's mind raced, thoughts of their shared exhaustion fueling the intensity, making him crave the release only her body could provide. He pressed harder, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling her soft curves mold against his athletic frame.

From the corner of his eye, Boruto noticed Momoshiki standing nearby, his powerful presence wavering under the same haze.

"Stop this," Momoshiki growled, his voice strained, trying to sound commanding but laced with uncertainty. His mind, usually sharp, felt foggy, the aphrodisiac pulling at his control like invisible hands.

Boruto broke the kiss for a moment, panting, his blue eyes glazed with want. He tried to snap himself out of it, but then he looked down at Sarada, her flushed face and big eyes looking up at him, making it incredibly hard for him to break out of the spell they were under.

Sarada's hands roamed over Boruto's chest, tracing the lines of his toned abs, her fingers digging in with urgent need.

"I... can't," she murmured against his lips, her breath hot and uneven.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer in the humid air. He felt his cock stiffen against her thigh, the fabric of his clothes suddenly too restrictive. Sarada moaned softly, her slim body arching into him, her pussy throbbing with the same insistent heat that clouded his thoughts. Boruto's hands slid down her back, gripping her ass firmly, pulling her tighter as their tongues danced.

Momoshiki shifted uncomfortably, his frame tensed as he watched, the aphrodisiac's effects making his own body betray him.

"This is madness," he muttered, but his words lacked conviction, his eyes lingering on their entangled forms. Boruto caught the hesitation in Momoshiki's gaze, a spark of curiosity igniting within him.

Reluctance faded from Momoshiki's expression as the drug overpowered his resistance. He stepped forward, his hands grasping Sarada's waist, suddenly grinding into her roughly, the humid air filled with heavy breaths and soft gasps. Sarada's lips moved from Boruto to Momoshiki, kissing him hungrily, while Boruto's hands explored her body, slipping under her clothes to feel the warmth of her skin. He could sense her arousal, the way her nipples hardened against his touch, her moans growing louder as they all succumbed.

Boruto's thoughts swirled with a mix of exhaustion and ecstasy, every sensation intensified by the aphrodisiac. He pressed against Sarada, his cock straining as Momoshiki's hands joined in, roaming over her curves and brushing against Boruto's arm.

The three of them moved in a heated rhythm, every subsequent touch feeling more electric, more forbidden.

Sarada whimpered, her voice a blend of pleasure and need.

"This feels... so good," she breathed, her body trembling between them. Boruto leaned in, capturing her lips again, while Momoshiki's mouth trailed down her neck, eliciting a shiver from her.

The drug had hit them all hard, turning every pulse into a throb of lust, every glance into an invitation to strip and fuck.

Boruto's hands trembled with urgency as he grabbed Sarada's top, yanking it over her head in one swift motion. Her black eyes widened, a playful smirk crossing her lips as her full breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and begging for touch.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Boruto growled, his voice rough with desire. He stripped off his own clothes next, tossing his shirt aside and shoving down his pants, his tan, toned body exposed. His cock stood erect, throbbing painfully, pre-cum glistening at the tip as he stared at her curves, his mind fogged with the need to claim her.

Sarada's fingers fumbled at her waistband, but Momoshiki stepped in, his slender, toned frame moving with predatory grace. He hooked his fingers into her pants and pulled them down, revealing her slick pussy, already wet and swollen from the aphrodisiac's grip.

"Look at you, all ready for us," Momoshiki murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he shed his own clothes, his cock springing free, already hard. Sarada let out a soft moan, her skin slick with sweat, as she stepped out of the fabric, now fully naked and arching toward them.

Boruto couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out, his hands roaming over Sarada's curves, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples scraping his skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock.

"God, I need to taste you," he said, his breath hot against her neck. She whimpered in response, tilting her head to expose more skin, and Boruto dove in, licking a wet trail from her collarbone to her nipple, sucking hard until she gasped.

Momoshiki circled them, his eyes on Boruto's every move, a hungry smile playing on his lips. He trailed his fingers down Sarada's back, dipping between her ass cheeks to tease her tight hole, making her squirm.

"Don't forget about me," he said, his voice steady despite the lust burning in his gaze. Boruto glanced over, their eyes meeting in a charged stare, and he nodded, releasing Sarada's nipple with a pop. She panted, her black eyes glazed, as Momoshiki pulled her into a kiss, their tongues clashing wetly.

Boruto watched, his cock twitching at the sight, the aphrodisiac amplifying every sensation. He slid his hand between Sarada's thighs, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy, feeling her clench around him.

"So fucking wet," he muttered, thrusting his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. Momoshiki broke the kiss, moving behind her and sucking on her neck, his hands gripping her hips. Sarada moaned louder, her body trembling between them, the heat of the day mixing with their shared sweat.

Their breaths came in heavy gasps, the air filled with the sounds of wet skin and muffled groans. Sarada sunk to her knees as her hands roamed, one stroking Boruto's shaft, the other reaching back to squeeze Momoshiki's, his calm facade cracking as his hips thrusting rhythmically. Boruto felt the tension coil tighter, the aphrodisiac fueling their hunger, making every touch electric.

Boruto's mind raced with the aphrodisiac's fire, his blue eyes fixed on Sarada's flushed face and plump lips. The humid air wrapped around them like a hot blanket, amplifying every sensation as she wrapped her hands around both cocks, stroking them firmly before leaning in.

"Fuck, yes," Boruto groaned, his voice rough and urgent, his tan muscles tensing as Sarada's warm mouth enveloped his throbbing shaft. She took him deep, her black eyes locking onto his with a seductive gleam, then turned to Momoshiki's, rigid cock, sucking him just as hard. Her lips stretched wide, taking both in turns, her tongue swirling over the heads and licking the veins bulging along their lengths. The wet slurping sounds filled the clearing, mixing with the distant rustle of leaves.

Boruto's fingers dug into her black hair, guiding her head as she bobbed faster, her mouth working like a vice on his dick.

"Suck it harder, you little tease," he commanded, his hips thrusting involuntarily, driving deeper into her throat. Momoshiki let out a low, steady groan, his slender body leaning forward, his white hair falling over his face as he matched Boruto's rhythm, fucking her mouth with short, controlled strokes.

The aphrodisiac made every touch electric; Boruto felt her tongue flicking against his sensitive tip, tasting the pre-cum leaking steadily.

Sarada moaned around their cocks, the vibrations sending shocks through him, her own arousal evident in the way she ground her thighs together. "You're so fucking good at this," Momoshiki murmured, his calm voice cracking with need as he thrust harder, his balls slapping against her chin.

Boruto's breath came in ragged gasps, the build-up too intense to hold back.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his grip tightening in her hair. Momoshiki nodded, his eyes half-lidded with lust. Sarada pulled back just in time, her mouth open and eager as Boruto erupted first, thick ropes of cum shooting across her face, coating her cheeks and swollen lips. Momoshiki followed suit, groaning loudly as he aimed his load over her, hot spurts landing on her forehead and dripping down her nose. She knelt there, panting, her tongue darting out to lick what she could, the sticky mess glistening in the humid light.

"God, that was intense," Boruto muttered, his cock still twitching as he watched her wipe some cum from her eye, only to smear it further. But the aphrodisiac's grip didn't loosen; his hunger surged again as he pulled Sarada up to her feet. Sarada stood shakily as he led her toward a nearby tree stump—evidence of some forgotten fight, its rough bark scarred and weathered. He softly pushed her down until she was bent over the stump, her curvy ass raised high, pussy dripping wet and exposed, the scent of her arousal mingling with the forest's earthy dampness.

Sarada felt the bark dig into her soft flesh. The pain somehow making her feel more aroused.

Boruto stepped behind her, his fingers plunging into her soaked pussy without hesitation. He fucked her with his hand, thrusting fast and deep, curling his digits to hit that sweet spot inside.

"Moan for me," he ordered, his voice low and dominant, feeling her walls clench around him. Sarada cried out, her body jerking with each pump. In front of her stood Momoshiki's menacing figure, she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes as he grabbed her hair to bring her face closer to him. Her mouth wrapping around his semi-hard cock again, sucking him back to full stiffness with eager slurps.

Momoshiki's hands guided her as she bobbed, his hips rocking steadily. "That's it, take it all," he said, his tone still composed but laced with raw desire. Boruto watched them, his own arousal spiking at the sight—Sarada's lips stretched around Momoshiki's shaft while his fingers worked her pussy relentlessly. Boruto darted out a tongue in between her folds, as if to get a taste. He started to suck and kiss her as he fingered her until she swelled from the stimulation.

Her moans vibrated against Momoshiki's dick, growing louder as Boruto's thumb circled her clit, rubbing hard. Boruto torturously dragged his tongue up and down. He came up just in time to see her body quivering uncontrollably.

"Cum for us," Boruto demanded, feeling her tighten around his fingers, her juices coating his hand as she shuddered, a gush of wetness spilling out.

As her orgasm subsided, Boruto pulled his fingers free, slick and shining. He smacked her ass hard, leaving a red imprint. Sarada's lips, stayed stretched around Momoshiki's thick cock until he came, making her gag as Momoshiki held her head in place, forcing her to take him deep. Sarada swallowed his seed in gulps, the thick cum even starting to overflow drip down the sides of her mouth and onto the ground.

Momoshiki released her hair, letting her head hang. Sarada's body relaxed onto the stump, a trembling mess of heat and need. Her face flushed crimson, strands of hair sticking to sweat-slicked skin.

Boruto pulled her up again, turning her to face him. He suddenly hoisted her up with his strong arms and attacked her sensitive nipples. Sarada's legs automatically wrapped around him. Boruto kept one strong arm tight around her waist while his other arm teased her pussy with the head of his hard cock. Sarada moaned, grinding into his cock and hoping for more stimulation.

Boruto grunted, deciding the teasing was enough. Suddenly, he plunged his thick cock into her soaked pussy. She felt every inch stretching her wide, the burn of it mixing with raw pleasure that made her gasp. Momoshiki loomed behind her, his powerful frame blocking out the light. Momoshiki spat on his fingers before moving them to tease Sarada's ass. He slowly worked open her ass, making sure it would be able to stretch around his thick cock.

After his careful ministrations, Momoshiki drove his thick shaft into her tight ass, the sudden painful stretch jolting her forward.

Sarada's mind spun with overwhelming sensations, her body already pushed past its limits. She had come once already, her pussy clenching around Boruto's invading length, but the men showed no signs of stopping. Cum from earlier dripped down her cheek, mixing with drool that escaped her parted lips, the salty taste lingering on her tongue. The cum and saliva mixed as it dripped onto her still sensitive breasts.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Momoshiki growled, his voice rough as he slammed harder, his hands digging into her curves. Sarada whimpered, her thoughts a haze of fire—every touch on her sensitive spots sent electric shocks through her core.

Momoshiki leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he pounded her ass without mercy. "Take it, you needy slut," he snarled, his fingers pinching her swollen nipples, twisting them just enough to make her arch her back.

Sarada's body jerked between them, her pussy stretched to the brink by Boruto's relentless fucking, while Momoshiki's cock filled her ass, the dual invasion making her insides throb. She could feel the slickness of her own juices coating Boruto's shaft, hear the wet slaps of skin against skin echoing in the quiet forest.

"Oh god, it's too much,'"Sarada moaned, her voice breaking as waves of overstimulation crashed over her. Her nails dug into Boruto's back, reeling from the foreign sensations, but she didn't pull away—instead, she pushed back, craving more of the forbidden assault.

Boruto chuckled darkly, leaning over her to bite at her neck, his teeth marking her skin. "You love this, don't you? Getting your holes wrecked like the dirty girl you are." His words fueled the fire in her belly, her pussy tightening around him in response, milking his cock with every thrust.

Momoshiki didn't let up, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, stretching her ass wider than she'd ever felt.

"Feel that? Every inch of me owning your ass," he teased, his hand sliding down to rub circles over her clit, the touch sending jolts straight to her core.

Sarada's whole body reddened, her skin prickling with sweat and heat, as the men coordinated their movements—Boruto pulling out just as Momoshiki thrust in, creating a rhythm that had her on the edge again. The aphrodisiac had turned them into animals, unable to control their dirty urges to completely dominate. Drool dripped uncontrollably from her mouth, while fresh tears of ecstasy blurred her vision.

Sarada thought she might shatter, the overstimulation turning pain into pure bliss, but it seemed like aphrodisiac effects just amped up. Boruto's cock hit deep inside her pussy, hitting spots that made her toes curl, while Momoshiki's relentless ass-fucking stretched her further, the friction building an unbearable pressure.

"Yes, fuck me harder," Sarada begged, her voice a ragged whisper, surprising even herself with the desperation in it. The men obliged, Momoshiki grabbing a fistful of her hair to yank her head back, exposing her neck for more bites, while Boruto slapped her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint.

Their cocks filled her completely, stretching her holes to their limits, and Sarada felt another orgasm building, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Boruto groaned as her pussy clenched around him, "Shit, you're gonna make me cum again," and Momoshiki matched his pace, their thrusts growing erratic. Sarada's senses overloaded—the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air, the sounds of their grunts and her own moans filling the clearing, the taste of cum still on her lips. Sarada's body went weak in their arms as they continued to chase their releases.

Boruto finally came with a hard thrust, his hot cum filling her up and claiming her pussy. His load so big that the liquid had started leaking out and between her legs.

Momoshiki continued to fuck Sarada's ass, his release finally coming to him as he pushed his cock into her one final time. He rode through waves of pleasure as another orgasm racked through Sarada's exhausted and worn out body. Momoshiki's load also proved to be too much for Sarada's tight ass and it started to leak out, leaving her even more sticky and wet.

They stayed like that for a while, panting and tired. Momoshiki was the first to break, immediately walking further into the crowd of trees, likely wanting to create space between them before any after effects of the aphrodisiac could kick in.

But Boruto and Sarada continued to stay together, still incredibly high on the forbidden pleasure. Boruto continued to rub circles into Sarada's back, suddenly feeling bad for letting her take him and Momoshiki at the same time. He continued to hold Sarada's limp body as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Boruto carried her back to the little camp site they had and gently placed her onto the blankets they had laid down on the forest floor. He looked up to the sky to see the sun was already starting to set, surprised to see that they had been fooling around for hours.

He had just finished wiping down his body and turned to offer Sarada a wipe until he noticed she was already fast asleep. He knelt down beside her and softly kissed her on the lips before cleaning her body of their fluids. To his utter happiness and exhaustion, he noticed that Momoshiki finally decided to relent and let go of his shadow clone. As soon as he felt the experiences of the shadow clone flood through his mind, he also felt the shared chakra exhaustion.

Boruto sank down beside Sarada, the world swaying around him from fatigue. The heat had softened into a dull glow, and the hum of cicadas blurred into a single, distant sound.

His eyelids drooped. His chakra felt thin, stretched, but for once, he wasn’t worried. Sarada was tucked safely in his arms, her breathing slow and steady, and the danger—at least for now—was far away. It seemed that the effects of the aphrodisiac had finally worn off as well. They could also finally go home, their mission complete.

As his thoughts began to fade, a low voice rippled through the back of his mind.

“You will never speak of this again,” Momoshiki threatened. “Not to her. Not to anyone.”

Boruto’s mouth twitched into a faint smirk, even half-asleep. “Yeah,” he mumbled under his breath. “Sure thing, Momo…”

There was silence for a long moment, then a soft huff that might have been annoyance—or something else entirely.

“Foolish boy,” Momoshiki whispered.

Boruto let out a small snicker, the sound barely audible, before his breathing evened out completely.

The forest fell still again, the weight of the day fading into quiet.