Chapter 117: Mikoto [3] 18+

Mikoto was still bent over the chest, lips shiny and breathing uneven, when Kael’s hands settled on her waist. He lifted her with easy strength, turned, and carried her the short distance into the nearest bedroom—Sasuke’s, from the look of the neat shelves and the dark blanket. She made a small sound of protest, hands pressing against his shoulders.

"Naruto, wait—put me down. We have to stop. Someone could come back—"

He set her on the edge of the bed anyway. The mattress dipped under her weight. Before she could stand or rearrange her dress he dropped to his knees between her thighs, pushed the fabric up to her hips, and drew her underwear down her legs in one smooth pull. Mikoto’s hands flew to his hair, not quite pushing, not quite pulling.

"This is wrong," she whispered, voice trembling. "I’m your aunt. I’ve watched you grow up. Please, just... let me calm you down properly. We can talk. You don’t need to do this."

Kael answered by spreading her knees and dragging his tongue up the length of her already-slick folds in a slow, deliberate stroke.

"Slurp... lick... mmm... schlick."

Mikoto’s back arched. A startled, high sound left her throat. "Ah—!"

He did it again, slower, flattening his tongue so he could taste every bit of the heat that had been building in her since the handjob. The neglected flesh under his mouth was soft and swollen; she was wetter than she wanted to admit. He licked through her in long, wet passes, the sounds wet and unmistakable in the quiet room.

"Slurp... lick... mmm... schlick... slurp."

"Naruto... nngh... we shouldn’t—"

Her protest broke when he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.

"Mmm... suck... pop... ahh!"

Mikoto’s thighs jerked. Her fingers tightened in his hair. The dual sensation of the gentle suction and the soft pop when he released her made her hips twitch forward against his mouth despite every motherly instinct still fighting. Kael hummed against her and sucked again, longer this time, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while he held it between his lips.

"Mmm... suck... pop... mmmph..."

"Haa... ah... wait... that’s too—"

He released her clit only to push his tongue lower and thrust it inside her, fucking her with short, wet strokes.

"Nngh... slurp... flick-flick... slurp... nngh..."

Mikoto’s head fell back. A longer moan spilled out of her, half-shocked, half-hungry. The years of near-celibacy after Sasuke’s birth had left her body starved for exactly this kind of attention. Every wet thrust of his tongue pulled another unwilling sound from her throat. Her hips began to rock in small, helpless circles, chasing the sensation even while her voice kept trying to stop him.

"Naruto... please... we have to... ahh... someone will hear—"

Kael added two fingers, sliding them into her alongside his tongue. The combined wet sounds grew filthier.

"Schlick... lick... ah-ah-ah! Schlick... slurp... mmm..."

"Nngh—! Naruto... your fingers..."

He curled them upward, searching, and found the spot that made her entire body jolt. His tongue returned to her clit, licking and sucking in steady rhythm while his fingers stroked that same place inside her over and over.

"Mmmph... yes... slurp... hah! Schlick... lick... mmm... suck..."

Mikoto’s protests dissolved into open, broken moaning. The caring aunt who had always spoken to him so gently was still present—still horrified at the line they were crossing—but the starved woman underneath was louder now. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust of his fingers and every wet drag of his tongue. The wet, rhythmic sounds of him eating her filled the bedroom without shame.

"Slurp... lick... mmm... schlick... suck... pop... nngh... flick-flick..."

"Ah... ah... Naruto... I’m—something’s—nngh—"

He did not stop. He sucked her clit more firmly, fingers working faster, tongue flicking in tight circles between sucks. The wet noises grew louder, faster, almost continuous.

"Mmm... suck... pop... schlick... lick... ah-ah-ah! Mmmph... slurp... hah!"

Mikoto’s back arched hard. Her mouth opened on a silent cry that turned into a long, shaking moan as the orgasm finally crashed through her. Her thighs clamped around his head; her inner walls clenched around his fingers in strong, rhythmic pulses. Clear wetness flooded against his mouth and chin, but he kept his face angled so the release ran down her folds and onto the sheets rather than directly across his eyes and nose. He licked her through every wave, softer now, drawing the climax out until her legs shook and she was pushing weakly at his head from the oversensitivity.

"Haa... haa... nngh... enough... please..."

Kael gave her one last slow, thorough lick from bottom to top, the wet sound soft and final.

"Slurp... mmm..."

Then he sat back on his heels, mouth and chin glistening, and looked up at her. Mikoto was still propped on her elbows, chest heaving, dress bunched around her waist, underwear dangling from one ankle. Her dark eyes were glassy, unfocused, the usual warm composure completely shattered. A deep flush covered her face and throat. Between her legs she was soaked and still twitching with aftershocks.

She stared at him as if she could not quite believe what he had just done to her—or how hard she had come on his tongue.

Kael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, rose to his feet, and leaned over her until their faces were close.

"Still think we should stop, Aunt Mikoto?"

Her only answer was a shaky, wordless breath. The heat in her body had not faded. If anything the release had only made the emptiness ache worse. Outside, the Uchiha compound remained quiet. Inside the neat bedroom, the respected wife and mother lay spread on her son’s bed with the taste of her own orgasm still in the air and the boy she had helped raise watching her like he had no intention of being finished.

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