Chapter 119: Mikoto [5] 18+

Kael pulled out of her only long enough to flip Mikoto onto her hands and knees. The moment her palms met the mattress he was behind her again, one hand already fisting the dark hair at the base of her skull, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. He thrust back inside in a single rough stroke that forced a sharp cry from her throat.

"Ahh—! Naruto... wait... not so hard—"

He answered by pulling her hair, forcing her head back, and driving into her with heavy, punishing rhythm. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the bedroom at once—loud, raw, unmistakable. Each impact made her whole body rock forward. Mikoto’s elbows threatened to buckle. The caring, hesitant woman who had tried so hard to talk him down was still present in every broken protest, but the roughness only seemed to drag more heat out of the long-starved body underneath.

"This is... nngh... wrong... we have to... ah—!"

Kael leaned over her, still thrusting, and kissed her hard from the side, swallowing the rest of the sentence. His mouth was demanding, open, tongue pushing past her lips while his cock slammed into her without mercy. When he broke the kiss it was only to speak against her ear, voice low and rough.

"Stop thinking. Just take it."

He straightened, used the grip in her hair to yank her back onto every thrust, and began spanking her with an open palm. The first forceful slap cracked across one cheek loud enough to sting the air. Mikoto jolted and cried out. The second slap landed on the other side. Almost at once the pale skin began to flush a deep, vivid red. He kept the pace—thrust, slap, thrust, slap—until both cheeks glowed and the wet, filthy sound of their fucking mixed with the sharper sound of his palm.

"Uh... uh... ahh—Naruto... it hurts... nngh—"

"Your ass looks better like this," he muttered, and spanked her harder.

He shifted behind her without pulling out, adjusting the angle so he could drive down into her with even more force—true backshots, hips snapping forward in short, powerful strokes that made her ass ripple with every impact. The hair-pulling never eased. He kept her head arched back, forcing her spine into a deep curve, and fucked her with single-minded roughness. Mikoto’s moans had turned high and continuous, broken only when she tried to form another weak objection.

"Please... slower... someone will hear... ahh—!"

Kael silenced her again with another hard kiss from the side, teeth grazing her lower lip, while his palm continued to rain forceful smacks across her already-burning ass. The skin under his hand was hot now, brightly marked. Every slap drew a sharper cry and made her clench around him. The wet sounds grew louder, slicker, the evidence of how her body kept responding even while her mind still wrestled with guilt.

When her arms started to shake he pushed her shoulders down and lifted her hips higher, arranging her into leapfrog—knees tucked, chest closer to the mattress, ass raised and presented. The new position let him pound into her from above with the full weight of his hips. The slap of skin on skin became heavier, almost brutal. He kept one hand twisted in her hair and the other busy on her reddened cheeks, spanking in time with every deep thrust until the marks layered into solid, glowing heat.

"Haa... ah... Naruto... too rough... nngh... I can’t—"

He yanked her hair harder, forcing another arch, and fucked her through the protest. "Your body is soaking me."

Mikoto’s only answer was a long, broken moan. The conflict was still there—she was still the aunt who had cared for him, still the wife and mother who knew this was a line that should never have been crossed—but the years of emptiness and the relentless, rough use of her body were drowning the objections. Every forceful slap, every hair-pull, every deep stroke pushed her further into a place where thought grew short and sensation took over.

Kael finally pushed her flat onto her stomach, pulled her hips up just enough to keep the angle, and settled into face-down ass-up. He planted one knee on the mattress for leverage, kept his fist in her hair, and drove into her with long, punishing strokes that made the bedframe slam lightly against the wall. The spanking continued—hard, open-handed smacks that kept her ass a vivid, stinging red. Every few thrusts he leaned down and kissed her again, messy and claiming, swallowing her cries while he used her without restraint.

"Uh... uh... ahh—nngh—Naruto... I’m... something’s... ahh—!"

He felt the flutter start around him and only fucked her harder, hips snapping forward, palm cracking across her burning cheeks, hair pulled tight enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her. Mikoto came with a muffled, almost desperate cry against the sheets, her whole body locking as she clenched around him in strong, helpless pulses. Clear wetness spilled around his cock and soaked the blanket beneath them. He kept thrusting through it, rough and relentless, drawing every wave out until she was shaking and oversensitive and soft, broken sounds were all she had left.

Even after the orgasm faded he did not ease up. He stayed in the face-down position, still buried deep, still gripping her hair, still occasionally spanking the hot, glowing skin of her ass while she trembled under him. Mikoto’s face was turned to the side on the mattress, eyes glassy, lips parted, the last of her protests reduced to shaky, wordless breaths. The caring aunt was still somewhere behind those eyes—still confused, still guilty—but the body she inhabited had been thoroughly, roughly claimed, and the heat that had been denied for years was no longer interested in listening to reason.

Kael leaned down one more time, kissed the corner of her open mouth, and rolled his hips in a slow, deep grind that made her whimper.

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