Chapter 120: Mikoto [6] 18+

Kael rolled Mikoto onto her side without pulling out, one of her legs still draped over his hip, the other stretched along the mattress. Sideways missionary. He hooked his arm under her top knee and held it high, opening her for deeper strokes while they faced each other on the bed. The new angle let him grind in slow, heavy circles that kept constant pressure against the front wall of her pussy.

Mikoto’s eyes were glassy, lips parted. A soft, continuous moan slipped out of her with every roll of his hips.

"Ahh... nngh... Naruto... we shouldn’t still be... uh..."

The protest was weaker than before, tangled with the wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding through her. Lewd, slick noises filled the quiet bedroom—schlick... schlick... soft filthy glides that grew louder whenever he thrust deeper. Her dark hair spilled across Sasuke’s pillow. The red marks on her ass from earlier still glowed against her skin. Kael kept the sideways rhythm steady and deep, watching every flicker of conflict on her face while her body kept welcoming him.

"Uh... uh... ahh... it’s too much... nngh..."

He kissed her while he fucked her, swallowing the half-formed objections, tongue moving against hers in time with the slow, grinding thrusts. The wet sounds of their mouths mixed with the wetter sounds between her legs. Mikoto’s hand came up to his shoulder as if to push him away and instead curled into the fabric of the borrowed shirt he still wore. Her hips began to rock back to meet him despite everything she kept trying to say.

Kael stayed in the sideways position for a long stretch, dragging it out, letting the heat build again in the body that had gone so many years untouched. Every schlick of his cock disappearing inside her pulled another soft, broken moan from her throat. When her breathing turned short and shaky he shifted without leaving her.

He lifted her top leg higher, angled his own body, and slid into the scissors position—her thigh hooked over his hip, his leg threaded between hers, bodies scissored together so he could thrust in short, powerful strokes while they stayed on their sides. The new connection made every impact sharper. The wet slap of skin on skin returned, louder, more percussive.

"Haa—ah—Naruto... the angle... nngh—!"

Mikoto’s voice cracked. The scissors position forced her to feel him in a tighter, more concentrated way. Kael gripped her raised thigh and fucked her with steady force, the lewd noises growing filthier—wet smacks, soft squelches, the unmistakable sound of a cock driving through soaked folds again and again. Her breasts shifted with every thrust. The flush on her face and chest had deepened. Whatever guilt still circled in her mind was drowning under the steady, relentless rhythm.

"Uh... uh... ahh... we have to stop... someone will... nngh... come back..."

He answered by leaning in and kissing her hard, still thrusting, turning the rest of the sentence into a muffled moan against his mouth. The scissors kept them locked together; every short, sharp stroke rubbed against the sensitive front wall and made her clench around him. The wet sounds never stopped. Schlick... smack... schlick... soft filthy punctuation to every moan she tried to hold back.

When her thigh began to tremble in his grip Kael moved again. He turned her fully onto her side, curled in behind her, and lifted her top leg just enough to push back inside from behind—the slotted spoon. His chest pressed to her back. One arm slid under her neck; the other wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. The position was intimate, almost gentle compared to the earlier roughness, but the depth was devastating. He thrust in long, slow strokes that bottomed out every time, the wet slide of his cock through her flooded heat the only loud sound in the room.

"Ahh... nngh... Naruto... so deep... uh..."

Mikoto’s voice had gone soft and broken. The slotted spoon left her with nowhere to escape the sensation. Every inward stroke dragged against places that had been ignored for years. The lewd, wet noises were slower now but thicker—long, slick glides that ended in a soft, heavy slap when his hips met the still-red curve of her ass. He kept one hand splayed across her lower belly so he could feel himself moving inside her. The other gently but firmly turned her face so he could keep kissing her between thrusts—open, lingering kisses that mixed with her moans.

"Uh... uh... ahh... please... don’t... nngh..."

She was close again. He could feel the flutter starting around him. Kael maintained the same deep, slotted rhythm, kissing her through every rising sound, until her body locked and she came with a long, trembling moan. Her inner walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, soaking him even more. The wet sounds grew louder for a moment as her release spilled around his cock and onto the sheets.

He did not stop.

He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own, the slotted spoon letting him stay buried deep while her body milked him. Mikoto’s eyes fluttered open when she felt him swell and throb harder.

"Naruto—wait—don’t cum inside... please... not inside—"

Kael kissed the protest from her mouth, thrust in to the root, and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick pulses flooded her. He held himself pressed tight, grinding through every spurt, making sure she took it all while she whimpered against his lips. The wet heat of his release filled her and began to leak out around the base of his cock even before he finished.

For a few long seconds the only sound was their ragged breathing and the soft drip of excess onto the blanket.

Then voices reached them from the courtyard—male, familiar, too close.

Itachi’s calm tone. Sasuke’s shorter reply. Fugaku’s deeper voice giving some quiet instruction.

The family had returned.

Kael pulled out of her in one smooth motion. A thicker trickle of his cum followed, running down the inside of her thigh. Mikoto lay on her side, still trembling, eyes wide with sudden panic. He was already moving—gathering the borrowed clothes, crossing to the window in three silent steps. The latch gave without noise. He looked back once.

Mikoto was still on the bed, dress bunched around her waist, dark hair tangled, the evidence of everything he had done to her glistening between her legs and on the sheets. The conflict on her face had returned full force—guilt, shock, and the lingering heat she could not yet banish.

Kael gave her the same easy smile the body he wore had always used.

"We should do this again, Auntie."

Then he slipped out the window, dropped lightly to the quiet side of the compound, and was gone before the front door of the house ever opened.

Behind him, Mikoto Uchiha remained on her son’s bed with her nephew’s release still warm inside her, the voices of her husband and sons growing closer in the hall, and the afternoon light falling across the evidence of a line that had been thoroughly, irreversibly crossed.

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