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Moments after the clone's finish, it looked down again to see the redhead licking her lips and looking it in the eye. Just then, a puff of smoke signaled the clone's disappearance. Youko's movements did not cease then, as there was still velocity to be added over minutes to come. However, he did note the vanishing clone's experiences. "Sugoi! Didn't feel like holding anything back on that one, huh? Shall I make another?" he asked, leaving the decision completely up to the Kazekage herself.
"I mean... no need to right? I knew you'd get to experience it, so I wouldn't hold out on you... ah~" the speed of their activity seemed to catch up with her for just a moment, and as it did, she also had to consider the usefulness of making another clone came into her mind. She thought about it for a few seconds before a rather wicked grin spread across her face and she turned to look back at Youko as he continued his work. "Make another one... and you switch. I got new ideas~" the woman mentioned, having a full new set of techniques to try out on the man some of which she intended for him to experience in a much more direct manner. If given her wish over the next couple of hours positions would be changed, and when she was next seen she'd be stretched out over the work bench with a clone plunging in and out of her nether while her husband fed himself without resistance down her throat with her head upside down.
"Hai hai." After they had come to this new agreement, Youko spawned another Shadow Clone nearby, and removed himself from the Kage. Much later, it seemed Youko was able to experience first-hand the treatment previously received by his clone. And, with Youko's new self also being a clone, the latter was able to put forth ridiculously tiring amounts of effort without risking the long-run.
Some time later, it was Youko who would be found atop the workbench, with Benihime held over him by eight tentacle-like tails growing out of the man's backside. Eight more of these tails supported another of his clones, who hovered above the woman's body while the original form forced the woman's movements between the two. As Youko pulled her upward to a more shallow point of her nether, the clone would fall deeper into her mouth, and vice-versa.
Their agreement had given Youko first hand knowledge of the oral skills the Kazekage was apparently still honing over time. And as they shifted and moved along, she soon found the incorporation of tailed beasts into the kind of play which they busied themselves with. She was presently being held by multiple tentacles, and this chakra much like Youko's own didn't seem to have any sort of negative drawbacks. In fact, she was becoming a bit power drunk as a clone's cock was fed down her throat as Youko himself moved the woman up and down in his own lap. "Aaaah~" the muffled sound would come from around the clone, as her throat vibrated around his girth and she tightened, reaching orgasm once more, she'd eventually find them changed once more.
In the final stretch of their particular session, she'd decide she wanted to finish similar to how they'd started. She'd be facing Youko with no clones involved, and instead two blue flaming tails sprouting from her own back as she rather vigorously rocked back and forth in the blacksmith's lap. She leaned in to kiss him pecking his lips, and face while wrapping her arms around him.
The next change would, without a doubt, be the very last for this particular session. With this position of choice, there were no more clones of Youko; all had long since disappeared, and Youko himself seemed to be reaching his own limit. As Benihime leaned forward to start them kissing again, the white-haired male felt himself reaching the same absolute limit multiple clones had experienced thus far. When there was no time left, he applied a tight grip to either side of the redhead's waist. His breathing had already hastened over the course of this round, and with a mighty grunt, all the tension that had built in his body was released, along with his seed.
Benihime's own peak was forthcoming, as she felt the undeniable tingle from within her nether. Even so, her movements continued, and she instead noted the coming finish of her husband, marked by his heavier breathing, the tightening of his hands around her waist, and then finally a grunt and his relieved tension and the unique sensation of being filled from within. Such was enough to push her over the edge, as she got to experience this for the first time in ages, and after their kiss ended she'd moan her contentment into his face while settled into his lap. "Ooh~ Youko!~" was the woman's final expression as she hit a supreme level of relaxation and her tails disappeared as she relaxed into his body.
A sigh of contentment escaped Youko as his back and head collapsed onto the workbench. His respiration started its path toward a normal pattern soon after, while Benihime went about relaxing atop him. "Huhh... that was a long time coming," he commented. He was content to relax for several minutes thereafter, but some fifteen minutes later, he was leaning against the workbench and tying his obi, having popped out for a bit to clean himself off a bit.
"Yep." Benihime agreed as she regained her composure atop him. It seemed that the pair of them were both content to simply allow themselves to relax in their post-coital bliss at least for a few minutes. At the same time she knew eventually they'd have to be people again, so she enjoyed these moments of closeness with her husband radiating much contentment and feeling it from him as well.
By the time Youko was standing in front of the table fixing is obi, Benihime was sitting atop the workbench freshened up with, wet hair which dripped down her back, and a huge smile on her face. She sat there, happily swaying by herself as she relaced her top around her chest, so that she'd be dressed once more.
With his obi in place, Youko went on to consider what he was to do next. This resulted in him looking toward the forge to see the zanbatou he was meant to be working on. However, when he moved, it was toward Benihime instead. "Mendokuse. There's a lot I should be doing here, but..." As he approached with a sly grin on his face, Youko was stopped dead in his tracks. This was due to the sudden appearance of three individuals via Hakudoshi's teleportation, including the boy himself, Aiko, and a man whom Youko had never met. Hakudoshi himself appeared with eyes locked on his father, having only a single word to share with the man. "No."
Benihime had finished fixing her clothes, but it seemed her husband was a bit torn about what he wanted to do next. After all he had a major project to be working on, and the red head was rather content to sit, and watch him work. But other ideas seemed to be on the man's mind, and given her propensity for feeling chakra she already knew as he approached her. "Ara ara, you know we could..." but whatever would have finished that sentence the single word no from her son drew the red head's attention away from the man in front of her. "REALLY?" She asked, she was never actually upset with her son, but she was about to at least demand an explanation given that he'd been the one to tell her to fix things between herself and her husband. But... there was someone else with them, and it gave her great pause to see this man again. She was stunned really, into silence.
Aiko on the other hand who'd arrived with Hakudoshi and the other man only chuckled. "Yep, knew it." she said, looking to Hiyama to confirm that the pair were about to start up again. It would be then Aiko's attention would be diverted to the zanbatou. "Who the hell ordered a sword that big?" She questioned, noting the recognition across Benihime's face she moved right along.
"Machi?! What the hell kind of time do you call this?"