Chapter 111: Sumire [3] (18+)

Kael kept himself buried deep inside her as he lifted Sumire from the wall. Her legs stayed locked around his waist, arms tight around his neck, the wet heat of her still clenched around his cock. Every step toward the bed made him shift inside her; each small movement dragged a soft, broken sound from her throat.

"Ah... nngh... Naruto—"

He laid her on her back across the mattress without pulling out. The moment her shoulders touched the sheets he hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them back and up, folding her until her hips lifted clear of the bed. The arch forced her spine into a deep curve, presenting everything to him at a steeper angle. He planted his knees wide, braced one hand on the back of her thigh, and began to thrust.

The new position let him drive straight down into her. The wet, heavy slap of his hips against her ass filled the room at once—loud, rhythmic, unmistakable. Sumire’s mouth fell open. A long, high moan spilled out of her on the first deep stroke.

"Ahh—! Naruto... this is wrong—"

He leaned down and kissed the protest away, tongue sliding into her mouth while his hips kept the same powerful rhythm. Every time she tried to form another objection he simply kissed her harder, swallowing the words until they melted into muffled moans against his lips. The arch made her tighter; the angle made every thrust bottom out against the deepest part of her. Her pale skin was already flushed. Where his hands gripped her thighs the flesh turned bright pink almost immediately.

He fucked her like that for a long time—steady, deep strokes that made the bed creak and her breasts bounce with every impact. The wet sound of their joining grew filthier the longer he stayed inside her. Sumire’s moans rose in pitch each time he drove home.

"Uh... uh... ahh—nngh—too deep—"

Kael released her mouth only long enough to speak against her cheek. "You feel how deep you take me like this?" Then he kissed her again, silencing whatever answer she might have given, and kept thrusting.

When her thighs began to tremble he shifted without leaving her body. He lowered her hips just enough to change the angle, then planted both hands on the mattress beside her shoulders and drove into her with full, heavy force—full-throttle, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm that turned the wet slap of skin into a continuous, filthy percussion. Sumire’s back arched harder of its own accord. Her hands scrabbled at his arms, nails leaving faint crescents.

"Ah—ah—ah—Naruto—slow down—nngh—!"

He did not slow down. Every thrust forced a sharp, punched-out moan from her throat. The pale curve of her ass had begun to redden from the repeated impact of his hips; each new slap left the flush a little deeper, a little brighter. He watched the color spread while he fucked her, listened to the broken chain of sounds she could no longer hold back.

"Haa—ah—fuck—it’s too much—"

The word again, startled and helpless. Kael answered with a deeper stroke that made her cry out. Sweat slicked both their bodies. The scent of sex filled the small bedroom. Sumire’s braids had come half-undone, purple strands stuck to her damp cheeks and throat. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, the conflict in them drowning under the steady, overwhelming rhythm of his cock.

He pulled her toward the edge of the mattress without withdrawing. One smooth motion and her hips were at the very brink of the bed, legs still hooked over his arms. Kael stood between her thighs, planted his feet, and drove back into her at the new height. The edge-of-the-bed position let him use the full strength of his legs and hips. Each thrust was long, powerful, and completely controlled. The wet sound of him sinking into her over and over again was obscenely clear in the quiet room.

Sumire’s head tipped back against the sheets. Her moans had become almost continuous—high, breathless, broken only when she ran out of air.

"Uh... uh... ahh—Naruto—I’m—nngh—going to—"

He felt the flutter start around him and kept the same relentless pace, chasing it. When she came it was with a sharp, startled cry, her whole body locking, pussy clenching in tight, rhythmic pulses that tried to pull him deeper. Kael fucked her through it, drawing the orgasm out until her legs shook and her voice cracked.

He was close himself. Sumire felt the change in his rhythm and her eyes flew open, still hazy with afterglow.

"Wait—Naruto—do it outside—this can complicate the timeline—"

Kael leaned over her, still thrusting, voice rough against her ear. "The timeline is already fucked enough. Take it."

He drove in to the root and came hard, thick pulses flooding her while she was still fluttering around him from her own climax. Sumire’s moan turned into a long, helpless sound as she felt him spill deep inside her. He kept himself buried, grinding through the last spurts, making sure she took every drop.

Even after the last pulse faded he did not pull out. He stayed seated inside her, breathing hard, watching the slow trickle of his release begin to leak around the place where they were still joined. Sumire lay beneath him, chest rising and falling in shallow waves, pale skin marked red from his hands and mouth and the repeated slap of his hips. Her eyes were wet at the corners, her expression caught between wrecked pleasure and the quiet knowledge that another line had just been crossed.

Kael brushed a damp strand of purple hair from her cheek. He was still hard inside her. The night was far from over.

He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, and felt her soft, involuntary moan answer him.

"I’m not done with you yet."

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