Chapter 126: Sarada [2] 18+

Kael leaned in and dragged his tongue across the sticky curve of Sarada’s left breast in one slow, deliberate stripe. The jam was sweet and dark against her pale skin. Sarada flinched hard.

"Please don’t—"

He caught both of her wrists in one hand and twisted them gently but firmly behind her back, locking them there. The position forced her chest forward. He returned to her skin without pause, licking in long, thorough passes that cleaned the jam in widening circles. Each stroke of his tongue moved closer to the peak. Sarada’s breathing grew shallow. She tried to twist away; his grip on her wrists only tightened, holding her exactly in place.

He circled the full underside of one breast, then the other, the wet heat of his mouth leaving the skin clean and shining. When he finally closed his lips around a nipple and sucked, the sound was soft and wet. Sarada’s back arched despite herself. A short, startled moan slipped out of her throat—higher and more open than any sound she had intended to make. The realization that she *could* sound like that sent a fresh wave of heat up her neck. She turned her face toward the window, refusing to look at him, while he sucked harder, tongue flicking the stiffened peak, free hand squeezing the soft weight of her breast and pushing more of it into his mouth.

He switched sides and gave the other nipple the same slow, greedy attention. The jam disappeared under his tongue. Sarada’s wrists flexed uselessly in his grip. Every pull of his mouth dragged another unwilling sound from her—small, broken, impossible to swallow back.

When both breasts were clean he rose higher, still keeping her hands pinned, and set his mouth against the side of her neck. He licked a slow stripe up the tendon, then closed his teeth just enough to make her shudder. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, hot and wet. He kissed her cheek, the corner of her jaw, the place just beside her mouth, lingering there for a long time as if waiting to see whether she would turn into it. When he finally pressed his lips to hers she jerked her head aside.

"No lips."

Kael accepted the refusal without comment and returned to her breasts, licking away the last thin traces of jam until nothing remained but the faint sheen of his saliva on her skin. Sarada’s shoulders loosened a fraction, the worst of the sticky humiliation apparently over.

He released her wrists and stepped back.

"We’re just getting started."

The words landed like a door closing. Before she could reach for her shirt he guided her down by the shoulders until she was on her knees again on the wooden floor. He scooped a fresh smear of jam from the open jar and spread it along the hard length of his cock, coating the head and the upper shaft in the same dark sweetness he had just cleaned from her skin.

Sarada stared. "What?"

He stepped closer until the sticky head of his cock hovered a breath from her lips. ℯ

"Suck the jam off."

Her mind raced through the same narrow calculations that had kept her in the room this long. A child with this man would be a timeline nightmare she could not afford. Oral carried no such risk. The logic was thin and cold and the only one she had left. After a long, burning moment she leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting sugar and skin.

"Lick the outside all you want," Kael said. "You’ll get the real taste when you take it fully."

He set his hand on the back of her head and pushed forward. The thick head slid past her lips, over her tongue, and kept going until it nudged the back of her throat. Sarada’s eyes watered. She made a muffled sound of protest that turned into a wet, involuntary gluck when he pressed deeper.

"Gluck..."

He held her there for a second, then began to move in short, steady strokes. Each inward push forced the head into her throat; each withdrawal let her drag a wet breath around him before he filled her mouth again. The sounds were wet and rhythmic and impossible to soften.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck..."

Sarada’s hands came up to his thighs, not quite pushing him away, not quite accepting. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin with every thrust. Kael kept the pace measured but deep, watching the way her lips stretched, the way her throat bulged faintly when he pressed in to the root. The jam mixed with her spit until the taste was only him.

"Gluck-gluck... gluck... slurp... gluck..."

He fucked her mouth with patient focus, fingers tight in her dark hair, hips rolling forward in the same relentless rhythm. Sarada’s jaw ached. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes. Every time she tried to pull back for a fuller breath he followed her, keeping the wet seal of her lips around him, the soft choking gluck of her throat taking him over and over. The wet sounds filled the small bedroom without shame or pause.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck-gluck... mmmph... gluck..."

Kael’s breathing grew rougher. His grip on her hair tightened. He pushed in deep one last time and held her there while he came, thick pulses spilling straight down her throat. Sarada’s eyes flew wide. She tried to pull off; he kept her in place until the last tremor passed, then finally released her.

She jerked back, coughing, and spat everything she could onto the floorboards—white and sticky and still warm. Her chest heaved. Her lips were swollen and shining. She reached for her discarded shirt with shaking hands, already calculating the shortest path to the door and the cold water of a shower.

Kael’s voice stopped her before she had even closed her fingers on the fabric.

"Where do you think you’re going? We’re just getting started."

She looked up. He was still hard, the length of him glistening with her spit and the last traces of jam, the same calm, satisfied expression on his face he had worn when she first sank to her knees. The night, it was clear, had only opened its first door.

Sarada stayed on the floor, shirt still out of reach, the taste of him heavy on her tongue, and understood that the agreement she had spoken aloud earlier was far from finished collecting what it was owed.

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