Chapter 113: Sumire [5] (18+)

Kael kissed Sumire until her breath turned shaky again, then rolled her onto her side. He hooked one of her legs over his hip and twisted his own body so they faced opposite directions while still joined—the screw position. The angle made everything tighter. When he thrust, the head of his cock dragged along a new, sharper path inside her.

Sumire’s eyes flew open.

"Ahh—! What—nngh—"

He answered with a steady, grinding rhythm, one hand gripping her thigh to keep the twisted angle locked. Every stroke produced a wet, sliding sound that was lower and thicker than before. Sumire’s free hand clutched at the sheets. The new pressure pulled soft, startled moans from her throat with every inward push.

"Uh... uh... Naruto... it’s different—"

"Feel it," he murmured against her shoulder, and kept fucking her in that slow, deep corkscrew motion. The twist forced her to feel every ridge and vein. Her pale skin flushed wherever their bodies pressed. When he reached around and pinched one already-reddened nipple, her moan cracked into a higher cry. He stayed in the screw position for a long time, drawing the sensation out, letting the tension coil tighter with each deliberate thrust until her thighs trembled and she was pushing back against him despite the awkward angle.

When the position began to limit how hard he could move, Kael withdrew just long enough to guide her onto her stomach. He lifted her hips, settled her onto her elbows and forearms, and pushed back inside from behind—the sphinx. Her back formed a long, elegant arch; her ass rose higher; her chest stayed low against the mattress. The angle was deep and unrelenting.

The first full thrust drew a raw, open-mouthed moan from her.

"Ahhh—!"

Kael planted his hands on either side of her waist and began to drive into her with long, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room at once. Almost immediately the pale skin of her backside began to deepen from pink to a hotter red under the repeated impact. He watched the color bloom while he fucked her, listened to the broken chain of sounds she could no longer hold back.

"Uh... uh... ahh—nngh—deeper—"

He gave her deeper. Every stroke bottomed out with a heavy, wet sound. Sumire’s fingers curled into the sheets. Her braids spilled forward across the mattress. The flush on her ass grew brighter with each slap of skin on skin. When he added short, sharp spanks between thrusts—open palm, deliberate—the marks layered on top of the existing redness until both cheeks glowed.

"Haa—ah—Naruto—my ass—"

"It looks better red," he said, voice rough, and spanked her again in time with a particularly deep thrust. Sumire cried out, the sound half pain, half pure need. Her pussy clenched hard around him. The wet, filthy noise of their fucking grew louder, continuous, unbroken. Sweat slicked the small of her back. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

She started begging without seeming to notice the words leaving her mouth.

"Don’t stop—please—don’t stop—nngh—harder—"

Kael’s control frayed. He pulled out, manhandled her up onto her hands and knees, and slammed back into her in a classic doggy. One hand tangled in the thick purple hair at the base of her skull—her braids had come mostly undone, giving him a perfect handful—and he used the grip to pull her back onto every thrust. The other hand stayed busy on her ass, open-palm smacks landing in steady rhythm until the skin was a vivid, burning red and hot to the touch.

The wet, heavy slap of his hips meeting her marked flesh became the dominant sound in the room. Sumire’s moans had turned into a continuous, high, broken stream.

"Ah—ah—ah—pull harder—nngh—slap me—fuck—"

He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her back into a deeper arch, and fucked her with full force. Every thrust drove a sharp cry from her throat. Every spank left another bright imprint on the already crimson curves of her ass. The combination pushed her over the edge hard. She came with a long, wailing moan, body locking, pussy milking him in desperate pulses. Kael kept the pace through it, chasing his own release, the wet sound of his cock pistoning through her orgasm loud and obscene.

When he finally finished it was with a guttural groan. He yanked her back by the hair one last time, buried himself to the hilt, and flooded her for the third time that night. Thick pulses spilled deep while she was still fluttering around him. He held the position, grinding through the last spurts, watching a slow trickle of white begin to leak out around the base of his cock and run down the inside of one trembling, red-marked thigh.

The system window bloomed at the edge of his vision.

[Quest 13/100 : Fuck Sumire until she begs for more ✓]

Kael stayed buried inside her for several long breaths, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other resting on the hot, vividly red skin of her ass. Sumire’s arms had given out; she was face-down on the mattress, only her hips still raised by his grip, breathing in ragged, broken pulls of air. The marks of everything he had done to her stood out starkly against her pale body—red handprints, deeper slap welts, the flushed, well-used look of a woman who had been thoroughly claimed.

He finally eased out. More of his release followed, dripping onto the sheets. Sumire made a small, exhausted sound but did not move.

Kael ran a palm lightly over the heated, reddened curve of her ass, feeling the residual warmth, then leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to the damp skin at the small of her back.

The quest was complete.

Outside, the night continued, indifferent. Inside the apartment, Sumire lay trembling and marked in the low light, and the man who had just finished rewriting another piece of her body finally let the system’s approval settle over him like a quiet, satisfied weight.

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