She knelt without protest.
No name given yet — only her title:
"Mist Envoy of Womb Treaty Seven."
But she looked anything but diplomatic now — nude, hands behind her back, eyes glazed with anticipation, thighs already glistening.
Sakura circled her first.
Pink hair loose. Belly full. Voice calm.
She ran her fingers down the girl's back.
"No resistance."
A smile. "No pride."
She stopped in front of her.
"You want to carry Naruto's child?"
"Yes," the woman whispered.
"Then we'll see if you can even handle his women first."
Chakra thread wrapped her wrists.Soft. Glowing. Binding her posture perfectly upright.
Hinata approached next — her robe parted, breasts full and dripping.
She knelt behind the Mist kunoichi and slowly rubbed her slick belly against her back.
"You're going to feel everything we've felt."
Then it began.
Karin on her left. Ino on her right.
Both knelt beside her thighs and began to lick — one on her clit, the other on her inner folds, trading spots, using chakra tips on their tongues.
The Mist envoy gasped, arching in her binds.
Tsunade stepped in, thumb pressing just under the girl's navel, then slowly massaging chakra into her womb.
"Let's see if you're even capable of conception," she whispered.
She came once — too fast.
The harem laughed gently.
"She's not even edged yet," Sasuko said.
Aya blushed but crawled over with two fingers glowing.
And she slid them inside the girl.
Slow.
Firm.
Bending.
The Mist kunoichi screamed.
Not in pain — in ecstasy.
Her pussy clenched around Aya's fingers.
Milk dripped from her barely-sucked nipples.
Her eyes rolled.
But no one let her cum again.
They edged her four more times.
Each time stopping just before she shattered.
Her thighs shook.
Her moans cracked.
Her voice rasped: "Please—please let him—please—"
And that's when Naruto stood.
Fully hard.
Eyes glowing with chakra.
The harem stepped back.
Six mothers.
One man.
And a shaking woman still kneeling, dripping, bound, and ready.
Naruto whispered:
"Then let's see if your womb can take me."